“So,” she said with a smirk, “I guess you want to hear my whole sad story.” She took a drag from her cigarette and exhaled lazily toward the ceiling. “Is it sad?” I asked with a smirk of my own. “It has to be sad,” she said, “Otherwise I wouldn’t be here.” She raised both her hands to her shoulders in a gesture to take in the whole seedy bar we were in. I frowned and stared into her eyes. “I don’t think you’re being hones...