I flipped through the book and stopped when I thought it was right which turned out to be page 33.
I stood up, sighing, and stepped inside, while she went on to Room 1.
I got a surprise when I saw the room, for I had expected it to be the image of ours – all pale blue chintz and potted plants and fringed lamps. But this room was rather more masculine, red papered walls covered with sporting scenes and a large iron-framed bed, its sheets tumbled back restlessly.
“You want a story?” she said. “Janelle’s going to test-run her machine. Report on that.”
“I don’t do human interest,” Germaine said. “What about David? Everyone’s saying he went home for some family thing, but that seems bullshit. You guys are dating or something, right? Where is he?
“I thought you just said you don’t do human interest,” Stevie replied, walking faster.
The phone wakes me as if it were sounding an alarm inside my chest. What now, it rings, what now what now what now.
I know it’s Rudy. The phone is set to ring for only two people – Harmon and Rudy (At least I made the short list, Harmon once joked)- and Harmon is next to me in bed. Besides what has Harmon ever brought me but comfort and safety? But Rudy…
The phone has stopped ringing by the time I grab it but there is a text on the screen.
I’m here, I text back.
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