Page 118 of Come Apart
Samantha nods like she doesn't believe this. "Let me guess. You force her to watch those shitty TV shows you like. LikeLaw and Order."
"How dare you speak ill of Detective Lenny Briscoe."
"Which one is he?" Samantha asks.
Alyssa laughs. "He's the one with all the cheesy one-liners. And he's Luke's absolute favorite. So you better watch yourself McCoy."
"Huh?"
"Jack McCoy is the assistant district attorney. He's badass and he has fantastic eyebrows and gorgeous wrinkles. You know, the silver fox type." Alyssa folds her arms, smiling as she leans back in her chair.
Silver fox isn't the most subtle reminder that Samantha was fucking my father.
But it's effective. Samantha recoils. "Yes. I know the type. I'm just glad Luke found someone whose taste in TV is as bad as her taste in men."
It's too friendly. Too familiar. Alyssa keeps a smile on her face, but she's clearly uncomfortable. I catch her gaze. I mouth "are you okay?" She nods yes, and directs her attention back to Samantha.
There's something in Samantha's expression, something that shouldn't be there.
"Let's order," Alyssa says. "I'm starving."
Samantha nods, but there's a smugness to it, like she's won this round of conversation.
But she already has everything I can give her.
