“ maybe you’d attract more guests if you served a continental breakfast . ” shadows dance over his eyelids , a product of a lack of sleep . he mopes over his freshly madepineapplepizza ,which is a sensory overload at barely nine a.m. “ i’m sick of takeoutandfastfood . ” @diorbled·.
stilettosstop in their path back ‘round the bar, the crunching of geometric carpet beneath their heelshalting, at john’s suggestion, & they pivot in a slow motion to look at mr. lowe & his pineapple pizza. forehead creases in a lackadaisical expression, fit with the haughtiness of pursed, cherry lips. ❝ –– the cortez offers room service, you know. ❞
“ anything in there that i don’t know ? ” there , a hardcover novel of him and james march and their crusades ; a story in two parts , john had heard , that chronicled the lives and deaths of both killers , and gave every gory detail of the ten commandment killings . he is almost appreciative of the author , an unbiased woman , who took the time to tell nothing but the facts . ( at least , as far as he had understood . ) @diorbled.
❝ i shouldn’tthink so. ❞ index that had lingered at the corner of the page in preparedness to turn( the light weight of it almost enough to crease the parchment ) moves instead to act as a temporary bookmark, finger sliding to rest between paper as the novel comes to a gentle close. it wouldn’t be the first biography she’s read on a serial killer, but this particular number does have a personal connection to her –– & she’d be a bold - faced liar if she said she wasn’t even the least bit curious. ❝ but –– if you would like to critique the author’s accuracy –– ❞ grasp now grips the book in its entirety, her place lost, as she gives it a little shake at the end of her extended palm, ❝ –– be my guest. ❞
