“Geez.”
“I mean I’ve just distanced myself from him. But anytime we’re together now there’s a wall. There’s a debate. If I don’t watch it, sparks fly.”
“That’d really bother me,” Tony said. “I mean, like if I had kids. I remember one time ... I shouldn’t tell you this.”
“Yes you should.”
“It was at Dai Do.”
“Where you got stabbed.”
“Um-hmm. But it was a lot earlier in the battle. I saw this guy grease a lady and three kids. Three beautiful little kids.”
“You mean kill them?!”
“Yeah.”
“What did they do to him? Did they charge him ...?”
“No. Linda ...”
“I think those are war crimes and men like that should be—”
“Whoa! He wasn’t one of ours.”
“Who?”
“Look, I’ll tell you the story, then you’ll understand.”
“But ...”
“This happened to me so just listen.” Linda slid to Tony’s sid
