Chapter 30I thought Beulah had died. She lay in the cot with her eyes closed, a secret smile curving her lips. She looked at peace. I gave her shoulder a shake.
“Thought I'd gone off, did you?” she asked.
“It crossed my mind.”
“Nah. I'm feeling better. I was thinking about what happened to you, Mr. G. All that trauma, real soap opera stuff, huh? Snatched out of the arms of your girlfriend, getting beat up, fighting that other Russian guy, then finding out her best friend betrayed you because she was jealous? Man, not even TV is that good. But I'm sorry for what happened to you. It musta been painful.”
“Yes, it was,” I said. “All of it.”
“Seems like you live in the house of pain, Mr. G.”
“I've been there and it's not a pretty place.”
“I hear you on that one. I know that place too wel
