"I'm worried about Billy," Mallory says. The two of them are sat at a tiny table, close enough together that they could almost be on a date. The neon-lit stage before them easily shatters that illusion.
"You sound like his mother," Seth replies. After a moment his scornful expression softens. "But I think I know what you mean."
The girl on stage winks at them before blithely removing her sequinned brassiere. Mallory smiles politely, then turns in her seat to face Seth more fully.
"Have you seen the marks?”
