From R7:
"No. No, Danny. Talk to me. You lost Roddy, who you weren't happy with anyway. You quit your job." Here it comes, he thought, "and you've gained- I don't even know how much weight." She actually started laughing when she said that. Through tears. At her audacity, he guessed. "What the hell's going on?"
He felt slippery on the glossy marble floor of the mall, the waves of geriatric walkers huffing cheerily past. He felt unmoored; from Marina, from his family, from his life before Roddy died.
And he also felt foolish. They had, essentially, broken up the night Roddy died on the wet road back to Richmond. Danny had, essentially, decided he didn't want to be with Roddy anymore. So Roddy was gone - isn't that what he'd secretly, deep below the surface in the cold tanks inside, wanted? Thank God he hadn't told anyone what he'd been thinking before he got the news. And now, he never would. He shifted his stance. He wanted a Coke. He couldn't look Marina in the eye.
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