The Woman in My Dress
Twice.
First at eight, to ask if she’d turned up.
Second at eleven-fifteen, when she had.
And the plan they made on that phone call — and I know it because I was sitting in the car — was to put her out with what was in that cup, and drive her past the county line, and leave her somewhere it would take a few weeks.”
She turned and looked at Maya with something almost like appreciation.