HT100 Challenge #111: Don't I know you from somewhere?
I approached this a bit differently. Hope you don't mind. 100 words.
Tim McManus sat across from Sister Pete. His nose was bandaged and his right cheek was sporting an ugly multi-colored bruise.
“You want to tell me what that incident in the visiting room was about?”
“It was a misunderstanding.”
“From what I heard, you instigated the situation. You know this prisoner’s history, know what he’s capable of. Do you have some kind of death wish that I don’t know about? I’m not just here for the prisoners, Tim. I can help you.”
“You know, you think you’re over something, and-“
“And then what?”
“You wind up kissing Tony Soprano’s wife.”
Tim McManus sat across from Sister Pete. His nose was bandaged and his right cheek was sporting an ugly multi-colored bruise.
“You want to tell me what that incident in the visiting room was about?”
“It was a misunderstanding.”
“From what I heard, you instigated the situation. You know this prisoner’s history, know what he’s capable of. Do you have some kind of death wish that I don’t know about? I’m not just here for the prisoners, Tim. I can help you.”
“You know, you think you’re over something, and-“
“And then what?”
“You wind up kissing Tony Soprano’s wife.”