Again. That was the only thing going through my brain, like a loop playing over and over again, as I pushed off toward home. That and the smell of her hair. Like Fruit Loops. I love Fruit Loops. We don’t get those too often in the Village. My board glided over the ramps and sidewalks and handrail...
I shrugged it off. My mind was on Winter. I’d switched the pills, which was far easier than I’d thought. Winter slept through most of my visit—and the maid was glued to her earbuds listening to a ’casts as she halfheartedly dusted. I stopped at Starbucks and then walked toward the Nomura offices....