“I’ve jumped off a ship twice in my life; once on a cruise to St. Petersburg, the other as an illegal immigrant about a mile off the coast of New York City. I swam the rest of the way to shore.”
Viet stirred his jasmine ginger tea.
I believed him, I had no reason not to.
“Jesus Christ,” I said and laughed. Inside I thought, “Jesus Christ” but wasn’t laughing.