The drive across the city was not as long as it seemed. Everything was well lit. Not a lot of traffic. I hit every yellow light and stopped for none, until we reached the expressway. We drove east, passing through some hard neighborhoods. We were on it and off it again before a full ten minutes was up. I was tired and now hungry. Conversations had been nonexistent. My thoughts were on Anna. Palo didn’t share her thoughts. I had looked over at her every now and then, almost a casual you awake? look. If she had slept, I would not have cared. We didn’t both need to be awake. But we were anyway. My God she smelled good. I looked again at the paper with the address on it. I found the street. A knot began to form in my gut, knowing our destination was mere minutes away. Whatever drowsiness had clung to me died instantly. “It’s down this street,” I said. Palo shifted, sitting upright, looking more alert. Looking great. “It was a long way,” she said quietly, then yawned. “Not easy to find.”
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