do the math (half is considerably less than all)

she hates me. she is sitting across from me, her big brown eyes jacketed hollow point bullets. inside i am dying. “she can have it,” i mutter. my lawyer gawks at me stunned. “she can have the house.” i stare out the window shutting out my lawyer’s protestations. my hands remember her hair fanned out…

Absolutes

The table is cold. In this hotbox of a room he notices that the steel table is actually cold. Breaking the silence he asks, “What would you kill for?” Looking up he answers, “What? What kind of question is that?” “What would you kill for? Or who? Who would you kill for?” “I don’t sit…