a little for the sauce , a little for me , he would say , sipping from the half-empty bottle of red wine . as if on cue , her phone buzzes again . weve got to hurry if were going to make our flights . nine years all together , the last two spent on the run . yet there was a smell on his breath - something like bananas . still , it would n't hurt to humor the man . echo sits apart on the bank and checks her wounds . 