“Why don’t I hang with Desmond for a couple hours?” he said. “Give you a night off.” “Do I look like I need one?” “Everybody needs one.” “You must be one slick lawyer,” I said, and I took him up on it. To Desmond’s utter delight—as in, he was speechless, and that never happened—Chief suggested they go for a ride on the Road King. I was sure he grew two inches walking to it. I was just breathing in the silence as my phone rang. When I saw that it was India, I almost didn’t answer it. But there was always the hope that she’d had a change of heart. If anybody in that group was going to, it would be her. “Hey,” I said. “I miss you,” Her voice was thick, and sounded nothing like the boutique owner saying you looked marvelous in that $300 outfit. “I miss you too,”
What do You think about The Reluctant Prophet (2011)?
