Austin pulled out his gun and removed a bullet from it, and went to sit down next to her to show it to her.
“This here is a bullet," he said. Elania wanted to touch it but she pulled her hand back. “It’s alright, it can’t hurt ya if it ain’t in a gun.” She then laid her palm out and he dropped the bullet onto it.
“I T ’S – S O – S M A L L,” she said rolling it around.
“Yeah.”
“B U T – S O – D A N G E R O U S.”
“Yeah.”
“I – H A V E – N E V E R – F E L T – A – P A I N – L I K E – T H A T – I N – A L L – M Y – L I F E. I T – F E L T – L I K E . . . S L O W L Y – D Y I N G.”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what it feels like. Hurts like a mother too.”
“H U R T S – L I K E – A – M O T H E R?” she repeated wondering and Austin chuckled.
“It means it hurts like a son of a . . . It means it hurts
