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“So, we’re going to meet that old man?” I asked. “How old do you think he is now?”
Lee leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs with that still-dazed look on his face.
“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully. “I somehow feel like this might be bad for us.” I chose my words carefully, knowing that Lee would ask why.
But Lee simply stared at me, blinking as he raised yet another cigarette to his lips, pulling in a puff of smoke. He let it out slowly, his eyes still locked on me during the process.
“Why do you think so?” he finally asked, drawing out the moment longer than necessary, in my opinion.
“Because it’s tough,” I said. “We don’t know anything about these people. We’re just here.”
“No,” he shook his head. “I know everything I need to know. These are the same thing peo
