CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Curly Steps“Don’t leave in a rush.” Mr Rashid tottered after her, his rubber soles squeaking against the tiles. For the first time in history, he ignored a customer waiting to make a purchase. An armful of junk food, a tube of s*x lube and a dirty magazine tumbled onto the counter. Kit blinked and wondered who would eat the popcorn. Mr Rashid ran after her and tugged on her sleeve.
“Go away. I can’t speak to you.” She barrelled through the front door after fighting it open and stubbing her toe. She let it close behind her and Mr Rashid elbowed his way through the gap.
“I’m sorry.” His shoulders deflated and he shot a cautionary glance at the upstairs windows of the apartment before lowering his voice. “I thought you wouldn’t mind. You always help me out when I need yo
