It looked like a library and it felt normal. It took me awhile to find Zeke and Joy, and when I did they were deep in conversation. Zeke was the first one to notice me. His eyes went from my face to Ozzy’s then back to me. They were sitting at a table next to a window that looked out on the park square. In all honesty it appeared the same as it always had—green and lovely and filled with flowers—but now to me everything was skewed and lopsided. “Hey,” I said. “Hey,” Joy answered back. “What’s going on?” We sat down. Ozzy said, “We think the best way to do this…paper is for Kaida and me to do the research first. We can meet up later. How about at eight tonight?” “Where? I don’t drive,” Zeke told him. “I do,” Ozzy said. “So let’s meet at your house, Anderson.” “I don’t drive, either,” Joy said. “I’ll pick up Kaida and then pick you up on the way over, okay?” “Sounds good.” Joy was still wearing a sweater even though it was warm inside.
