Chapter Eleven
DISPOSABLE“You need to stop doing that.” Phoenix stood with her hands on her hips, darting a furtive glance towards the kitchen. The woman taking on the role of camp mother watched them through the window slats. Her hands moved as she washed the massive saucepans used to cook pasta for dinner.
“Doing what?” Kirwan sulked on the deck, his hand caressing the pocket where he kept his cigarettes. The outline of his lighter pressed through the fabric. He scuffed his feet in the dirt and ceased the motion of his fingers, which betrayed his overwhelming craving. He placed his palms either side of him on the deck and leaned back, the last rays of sunlight kissing the stubble sprouting on his cheek.
“Keep sabotaging the meetings!” Phoenix hissed. “Gus wants you sent home. I heard
