Cash shrugged his shoulders at her. Holding his cigarette in his teeth, he pulled his matchbook out of his coat pocket and struck a match. Cash held the lit match up to Antigone. "Less risky than lighting it with a wand," he explained, "You might set your face on fire." Although that would really jazz up Christmas.
"You've met our family, right?" he said, as if it was obvious. "I assume you're escaping the same thing."
"You've met our family, right?" he said, as if it was obvious. "I assume you're escaping the same thing."
MJ made this!