Julia and I walked down the street, trying to look casual, but our hurried pace was a dead giveaway. “Man, why did he have to go and do that? I mean, Jesus, of all the nights to go too far.”
“No shit.” Julia reached into her pocket and pulled out a cigarette. She tried to look cool lighting it with her father’s old zippo, but I could see the tremble to her hands. “Do you think we should have left him?” She took a drag off of her cigarette and exhaled through her nose, looking like some angry mythical beast.