The driver went across the park and then up Riverside, but the street was blocked off for some reason and he had to go around all the way to Columbus and then back over. Elm tried to call Colette—she had brought Klinman to Elm’s attention, maybe she knew something about this—but there was no answer. Elm was buzzed into the building without speaking to anyone, and rode the piss-smelling elevator up to Indira’s apartment, willing it to go faster, even as she wanted to postpone what she knew would be a confrontation. It took the old woman several minutes to answer the door, during which time Elm’s bladder filled. She found that with this pregnancy, her urges to urinate were more frequent and more urgent. When the door opened, Elm said, “I need to use your bathroom.” “Go right ahead,” Indira said. Elm peed and washed her hands. When she came out of the bathroom, Indira was sitting in her armchair smoking a joint. Elm said, “Can you please not smoke that? I’m expecting.”
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