American Sun

[djp73]

God Has Nothing for You
He turned the volume down another notch until the closed captions were the only voice in the room. “I ain’t never going to be selling hoes,” he said, steady. “If that’s what you mean.”

“Yeah, I know because of—”

“Yeah.”

The word stopped her. She came out of the kitchen and crossed to him, knees brushing the coffee table as she sat on it. Heat from the mug curled up between them. She set it down beside her thigh, both hands empty so she could look at him head on.

meant to mention this exchange too, seems like Ramon had a loved one get caught up in the world's oldest profession?