“Fine. What do you want?” she snipped, giving in.
“A phone call.”
“Is that it?”
He nodded.
“All you want is a stupid phone call? You don’t want some cigarettes? Pot? Booze?”
“Sure, that would be great, but you’re not going to give it to me, so why waste my time asking.”
“I told you I can get it all for you.”
“Fine, then get it all for me.”
“Why should I if there’s nothing in it for me, Psyche Ward?”
“Good point, Nympho. So I guess it comes back to who is more desperate for what they want.”
“I guess so.”
It had come down to a staring contest between the two, and his was merciless, his eyes not moving from her own. Within a few disquieting moments she broke. “You can owe me, OK?”
“OK, I’ll owe you.”
“Come to my room tonight and I’ll give you some smokes and whatever booze I can
