Chapter 11
Brick reached over her stomach and slid her packet of cigarettes into her waiting hand. She patted him thankfully and began tapping the carton.
Under the comforter, his hands searched for one of her outstretched legs. She watched him searching while she slid a cigarette from the pack and made it as difficult for him as possible—so much that he was soon lost under her sheets before finally grasping her ankle in his palms and returning with it. Eleanor let him slide her sideways until her elbow was buried in the pillow. In silence, he massaged her foot, delicately separating each toe as he worked his callused fingertips into her skin.
She watched him, the smoke working its way through her chest and dissipating out her nostrils. “How was the show last night?” she heard herself s
