Squat craftsman houses dotted the edges of the landscape. Lights from their porches battled the darkness. They crossed into the Scandinavian neighborhood of Ballard and Kuri peered down from the highway to the rusty fishing boats and docked trawlers.“You still with me?” Frank touched her hand. He’d inquired about her mental status every fifteen minutes all day, but since evening fell Frank had upped his rate of questioning to once every ninety seconds.She rolled her eyes. “Yes, Frank. I told you I’d let you know when it hit again.” Kuri shifted in her seat so she could look him square in the eye—or square on the side of the head, since he was driving. “I do get some warning, usually.”He darted a glance her direction. His expression looked momentarily angry, but then he gripped the wheel harder and his face relaxed. It was as if he’d diverted his frustration from his head to his hands. “When you feel it coming on, could you go somewhere? Lock yourself in a room or something?”Kuri didn’t miss the edge of disbelief to his voice, and she answered by snapping, “Duh, I never thought of that.
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