Shannon:My sister, Erin?
Will:And my brother, Wes
Will:Apparently, they know a lot of the same places overseas, and were in the same area. They’re hanging out now
Shannon:That’s Erin. Making friends everywhere she goes
Shannon:You’re sure he’s gay?
Will:Positive.
Will:She gave him a tour of a volcano.
Shannon:That’s special.
Will:He seemed to think so. She took him to an old school mafia speakeasy where, says Wes, they treat her like family
Will:Or whatever the Italian equivalent of a speakeasy is
Will:Maybe they were at a mafia den, and if that’s the case, we should talk about whether your sister is actually deep cover foreign intelligence
Shannon:She is so odd
Will:Odd is one way to put it
Will:Is there a short explanation on the odd?
Will:I’m game for the long explanation too
Shannon:there’s a thing. I don’t want to talk about it
Will:A thing?
Will:Did you kill a guy in Reno?
Shannon:Something along those lines.
Will:But you don’t talk anymore. You and Erin.
Shannon:No
Will:Stretch that out for me
Shannon:Nooooooo
Will:You’re fucking comedy, peanut.
Shannon:I’m not getting into it with you. Stuff happened, things were said. She’s happiest when I’m not part of her life.
Will:So the cone of silence is her choice?
Shannon:I’m not getting into this with you.
Will:On a scale of chicken on a bone to that C word you dislike so much, where does this fall?
Will:Still there?
Will:Ok so it’s up there. Understood.
