[ He frowns. Paces. (She's not safe. It's not good business. The sticking points pile up.) ]
She's not mad.
[ There's resignation in his voice. If she won't come home on her own, he'll come looking. That's the way it works, that's the way it's always worked — the Venus girls are afforded everything they'd want under the house's roof, but it's a binding kind of contract. ]
Just worried. You know. [ There's no background noise on his end of the line, just a brief crackle as he sighs. ]
no subject
She's not mad.
[ There's resignation in his voice. If she won't come home on her own, he'll come looking. That's the way it works, that's the way it's always worked — the Venus girls are afforded everything they'd want under the house's roof, but it's a binding kind of contract. ]
Just worried. You know. [ There's no background noise on his end of the line, just a brief crackle as he sighs. ]
What are you going to do?