CONFESSION: I feel really bad. People get so attached to Leandra and so upset over her death, but I never do. It was shocking when the scene came up, and I was sad, but not for Leandra, I was sad Hawke was suddenly so alone. If Hawke still had Bethany or Carver, I really wouldn’t have felt much of anything for Leandra’s death. She had just been too mean to her own child and seemed to be too stuck in the past for me to connec
“I— it's— connec— bad— ca— hear— saying. Hel— oh? Hel— ohhhh?”
Asher quickly disconnected the call after putting on a pretty good “bad
connection impression”, if he had to say so himself. After forty
minutes of listening to this client say the same things over and over again, he
really couldn’t see any reason to hang around and listen to it being repeated
for the umpteenth time. They clearly weren’t satisfied, and they clearly weren’t going to be either, no matter what Asher tried to throw at them. Running a hand
through his hair, he shoved his phone back in his pocket and exhaled a sigh,
just as he caught a glimpse of someone a couple of feet away from him.
“Hey, you— you know what I could use right now? A drink.” He nodded,
“—and then you say ”oh, how fun, me too!“ And we laugh at
the coincidence and then we go have drinks, come on, let’s go.” He waved
them along with him, hoping they would follow. Drinking was more fun when in
good company after all.