They each had a cup of lousy coffee in front of them and picked at a piece of banana cream pie that looked incredible but tasted synthetic. "How could you not have known that Andy was guilty?" she asked. "Maybe I want to see the best in people." "Or you're blind, at least when it comes to him. What's he got on you?" "What do you mean?" "Did he take a bullet for you? Give you his kidney? Or does he have pictures of you doing something terrible, like molesting little boys? Whatever it is, it must be huge." "It's loyalty," Matt said. "That's it?" "It's huge to me. He's my oldest friend. I'll always have his back. That's all there is to it." "But he's an asshole," she said. "Not to me." "Especially to you. How come everyone else can see it and you can't?" Matt set down his fork. “You want to know what I see when I look at Andy?" She nodded. "Terror," he said. They called the narrow, rectangular houses in Matt's neighborhood shotgun shacks. The four rooms were laid out in a row without any hallways.
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