“And after the fight?”
“Then...” Linda paused, visibly chewing her bottom lip, “then the world is for poetry and lovers. That is my hope Anna.”
What choice did she have? Linda might be laying a trail just to distract her but she had to trust her. Once she gave her word she could not go back. She watched as Linda walked to a bookcase and took out a leather-bound album.
“I agree Linda - I’ll do as you wish.”
“Did Freddie ever talk to you about being a kid?”
“He has... but there’s been a block there you know. He’s talked about fishing and a kid called Ramon he knew on the trailer park.”
Linda opened the album and handed it to her. Her eyes picked out a photo of Freddie - maybe sixteen or so with his arm around an Hispanic boy. They both wore boxing gloves, shorts and boots.
“Freddie ca
