“No. There ain’t nothin’ wrong with this rope. Leave it be.” “Come on, Edgard, it’s a frayed piece of crap. Either you toss it in the garbage or I will.” “This rope is not what’s causing the problems, amigo.” “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You think it’s my fault that you can’t get a bead on anything that moves faster than my crippled-up grandma?” “I’m going to make you pay for that, Trev. One way or another, easy or hard—” Channing cleared her throat. “Knock knock.” Silence. “I know you guys are in here, I heard you arguing. Hell, everyone in Limon heard you arguing. Am I interrupting something?” “Yes,” Edgard said at the same time Trev said, “No.” “Oh, well…I won’t be long. I just need to eat some breakfast and then I’ll get out of your hair and let you get back to it.” The trailer shook as Trevor stomped out. Another round of heated words was exchanged outside, followed by harsh silence. Edgard climbed into the living quarters and watched Channing dump Raisin Bran into a bowl and pour milk over it.
