RED

This is a surprise.

Does he find me attractive? This man? I’m not ugly, but I’m no beauty—and I know that. And yet, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have a hard-on for my brilliant personality.

All we’ve done so far is argue.

Maybe he gets off on arguing.

He looks up from what he’s doing and, again, I think he looks tired.

Much wearier and more sympathetic than a blackmailer has a right to look.

I wonder how close he was to Gertrude.

I wonder why he doesn’t want to leave the island.

I’m a fool for caring.

He turns back around toward me, and a glance over reveals...