Persephone’s Fall – Page 12
“Your father’s company laid off four hundred people today.”
Ugh. Christ. We have to talk about this? “Yeh, I saw that in the paper. Times are hard, Hades.”
“Mmm Hmm…” Hades has a small smile on his face. He looks at me over the rim of his vanilla-chai-whatever-the-fuck, and his expression says he’s not buying a word of it. My own drink tastes suddenly bitter.
“What do you want me to say? That he’s wrong? How would I know, Hades? It’s not my company. It’s got nothing to do with me.”
“It bought you those clothes. And that jewelry. Those four hundred people bought you that coffee you wouldn’t let me pay for.”
Smug bastard. It’s so easy to point fingers. I motion to the cross around his neck. “It bought you that necklace, too. Or did you forget who gave you that?”
Hades’ smile falters for a second, and he glances down at his chest. Ah, the savage thrill of victory. It’s rare that I’m able to interrupt his rhetoric.
