[ It wasn't a surprise or disappointment that she couldn't recite a memory when asked. Seth didn't fully expect her to. He was the storyteller between them, Richie was the statistician. The younger Gecko would bore the elder constantly. Seth wished he was bored, sitting there and thinking about his brother. ]

I'd give my right arm for him. That's why I've got the ink on it, for him and the shit we've been through.

[ Seth left out how the tattoo once stopped at his upper arm until Richie became a vampire and bit him, then the flames traveled up his neck to cover the scars of the puncture wounds left.

If it'd been just a year that this woman saw Richie, he would've been a culebra then. ]

Guessin' your brother ain't around here either?