As Delilah walked in, I noticed that she had changed out of her green and black dress into a silver wool coat. She looked just like a detective at that moment, and I was the person she would interrogate next. I instantly knew our conversations weren’t going to be any good. Like I said earlier, I can read people like a book. I may be crazy, but I’m not stupid.
“Those thirty seconds must have been the longest of my life,” Delilah said, nearly crying by my bed. She lit up another cigarette and chain-smoked as she typically did. At this rate, she would smoke a hundred cigarettes a day. You might be asking me why I didn’t scold her for smoking underage; the truth is she wouldn’t believe that cigarettes are unhealthy. Surprisingly, the Nazis were against tobacco smoking. That’s hilarious to me
