Girl:
After the revolt, half the ovens remain, and we are carried to them together. I catch fire, quickly. The first part of me rises, in dense smoke, that mingles with the smoke of others. Then there are the bones, which settle in ash, and these are swept up to be carried to the river. And last, bits of our dust, that simply float there, in air, around the working of the new group... These bits of dust are grey. We settle on their shoes, and on their faces, and in their lungs. And they become so used to us, that soon they don't cough, and they don't brush us away. At this point, they are just moving, breathing and moving, like anyone else, still alive in that place. And this is how the work... continues.
Nails:
How're ya feeling Lips?" "Ya know Lips, we haven't talked for a while. I'm curious about a few things and I was hoping you could help me out with them.
Nails:
I was there at O'Connors when you told us about those crates coming in Tuesday last. You never did tell us what was in those crates.
Nails:
Not that it mattered, cuz we were gonna make the pinch whether it was guns or lollipops. The reason why I bring this up, Lips, is when we got there, whaddaya know? There were no crates, Lips.
Nails:
Just a bullet in Vargas. No crates Lips! Now I liked Vargas, he was a good cop. So the whole thing just doesn't add up.
Nails:
You tipped them off to us, Lips. They knew we were coming. No, No, then that must mean you lied to us. Huh? Is that what you did Lips, you lied to us, Lips?
Nails:
We don't like liars here Lips. And we don't like stoolies either.
Nails:
I'm no mathematician, Lips, but the whole thing just doesn't add up otherwise.
