Twenty year ago.
Meeks and Linda lounge on the couch in their apartment. Meeks smokes a cigarette. Linda rubs her belly and she’s contemplating something.
“Do you think we should move?”
“What's wrong with this place?”
“Now that you have your good job and all, I thought it might be nice to have a bigger place.”
“Good job? Who knows how long it'll last?”
Linda twirls her finger around her navel. “What about a baby?”
“What about it?”
“Don't you ever think about it?”
“Come on.”
“I'm just saying. You have a good job now. We can afford it.”
Meeks gets up and heads toward the kitchen. “I'm gonna make a sandwich.”
Linda watches him go, her face lined with disappointment.
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Meeks naps in the boxcar. The train jolts to a stop and he opens his eyes. He winces from his wounds. Beal springs out from the corner.
“Is this Lipton?”