Chapter 8: Abuse
Approximately forty minutes later, having consumed three of Saul’s cocktails, Gillian complains from the sofa, “I want sushi, Jay. Where on this island can we get sushi?”
Saul stands in front of the fireplace and consumes the picture of my dead husband, his ex-lover. He likes to be catty and says, “There’s a big lake out there, Gillian. I’m sure you can catch a few fish and make your own sushi. Muskie makes for good sushi, sweetheart, don’t you think?”
“Fucker,” Gillian chants, shaking her head. “You are a fowl creature, Saul. I really don’t know what Thad saw in you. You were like a disease to that man, I’m sure.”
“It was all about my c**k,” Saul admits, and shares a laugh. “The guy loved my boner. I can’t tell you how much he liked to have it up his asshole.” As Saul
