[He shakes his head and slouches down onto the sand, reaching for his beer. He sits with his arms looped loosely around his knees, staring at the tiny, pockmarked craters where the bullets hit the sand.]
You're-- it's--
[He shakes his head again.]
Had a visitor.
[There's a twist at the end of it, not exactly a question, seeking confirmation more than an answer: Stephen is, if not in the same boat, apparently a similar one. Right?]
no subject
You're-- it's--
[He shakes his head again.]
Had a visitor.
[There's a twist at the end of it, not exactly a question, seeking confirmation more than an answer: Stephen is, if not in the same boat, apparently a similar one. Right?]