“This is where I call home, baby. Home sweet home, good ol’
“Watch out with that cigarette, Annie, if you drop it, the river might start burning again.”
“Fuck off.” Annie put her head out of the window so that even if Thom had said anything she couldn’t have heard him.
He couldn’t figure out that look on her face. It was like she was seeing something that he couldn’t. The way her eyes softened over the haze of the smoke-stacks. The way her lips seemed to embrace the measly skyline. Her smile was one of comfort. Like she had fallen into something soft and covered in satin. Where he could only see “fucking