“What is your name?” asked the smiling man. “Marilyn,” Valkyrie mumbled. “Marilyn Monroe.” “And where are you from, Marilyn?” “Graceland.” “And where is Graceland?” “It’s where Elvis lives.” The smiling man nodded. “I don’t know these people, but I know a lie when I hear one. Are you going to start telling me the truth at all today, or will I just have my associate continue to hit you?” “I’ll tell you the truth.” “Good. Where are you from?” “Your butt.” The big guy hit her again. It was worth it.”
