“Then, I’m Chihiro forever.”
“We don’t know that. I’ll see what I can find out.”
“Okay.”
“I should get going. I don’t want to leave you alone with that guy any longer than I have to.”
“Don’t rush. The way he looks, if I speak harshly he’ll faint.”
“I won’t be long. I’ve just got to find a car.”
“Don’t steal anything boring,” she says as I start away.
“I just need to find something with an engine that didn’t die in the flood.”
She points to Hollywood Boulevard.
“There’s a Range Rover around the corner. It might work.”
“Thanks. I’ll look for it.”
“I’m going to get drunk with Kasabian.”
“I’ll join you when I get back.”
I head down the street, but she yells after me.
“Where can I get brass knuckles?”
“Why?”
“I want a set.”
“Why? You don’t need them.”
She runs a hand through her short hair.
“Candy doesn’t need them. I think Chihiro would look fetching with a pair.”
“Christmas is over, you know.”
“It’s the first I’m hearing of it. Maybe they should be pink to match my hair.”
“No. They’ll be brass or black.”
She opens the door to Max Overdrive.
“If you love me you’ll find me a pair.”
“I think regular people refer to this as emotional blackmail.”
She starts inside.
“I can’t hear you. I’m going now.”
“You’re a horrible person.”
“Find me a pair or learn to love fucking your hand.”