“I need to find out what Evelyn knows,” Clara said.
She leaned back in her chair, causing the scent of cigarette smoke to come out of the material. The nearest hotel to this bus depot only had smoking rooms available tonight. Everything she touched was greasy, even the walls had a tinge of brown, as the paint was impregnated with smoke.
“I like this place,” Ethereal said. “Reminds me of you.”
“It’s hard to believe that I used to spend my nights in gin joints hoofing the night away,” Clara said. “The smoke was so thick that it was blue. What colour were my lungs?”
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