The Receipt in the Gray Jacket
He didn’t even look up.
“Stop,” I said.
Chloe stopped.
“How convenient,” I said, and I was surprised by my own voice, because it came out very quiet.
“A twenty-four-year-old on her knees, so that a thirty-six-year-old man with a mortgage and two children doesn’t have to open his mouth.”
Luca said, “Jessi—”
“No.
You’ve had all night.” I turned back to Chloe.