a ratty interrogation room. institutional green walls.
lila watches the slowly churning tape recorder reels, fixated. the cop who vomited is mopping it up. the other two are sipping coffee. lila talks.
the cop who vomited, gags again. lila stares at him. her face is hard, blank. she stubs out her cigarette.
lila lights a new cigarette with her spent one. she drags.
lila wipes a tear from her eye.
lila talks. one of the cops is doodling. one is picking wax from his ear with a pencil. one is reading a paperback novel under the table.
lila talks.
the cops are transfixed.
lila looks pale and shaken. she smokes.
lila smiles.
lila sobs.