The Story of Frank Martin and J P

A day and a half later, j p and i meet up on the front porch. We shake hands and comment on the weather. At one point, frank martin comes outside to finish his cigar. J p gets real quiet an. I mean, he's hardly breathing. Frank martin uncrosses his arms and takes a puff on the cigar. It was as if they couldn't wait to wash their hands of all this. Hell no.I don't know how i act if i was in their shoes.