[She wonders the same thing. Someone's apartment, or a little flophouse - but it could be a house of ill repute, and so long as the madam could get the coffee strong and without too much acid Sonya would be there every night.
Saul's lounging there, looking like he owns the place; she smiles to see that. It's nice to see him looking decently far away from death. So she swings in, drops her back, settles in next to him.]
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Saul's lounging there, looking like he owns the place; she smiles to see that. It's nice to see him looking decently far away from death. So she swings in, drops her back, settles in next to him.]
Hey there.