The Receipt in the Gray Jacket
I got hold of her upper arm with both hands.
“We’re going.”
“I’m not finished with—”
“Wendy. We’re going.”
I pulled her backward toward the door, and she resisted, and I put my body between her and the bed and used my shoulder, and I got her out onto the walkway.
“Who is she?” Wendy was trying to look past me.
“Jessi.
Let go of me.