Chapter 14 — The Parking Lot

Monique was coming out of her apartment’s grocery store when I found her, a receipt sticking out of her bag for $86.17, which she tucked away before I could see it, the way she had started tucking things away.

She set two paper bags on the hood of her car and looked at me as though I had come to discuss something much smaller than what I had come to discuss.

“Kiki, you’ve been standing here ten minutes.”