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“Is everything all right?” I asked.
She looked up at me. “I guess. You know, that green shirt makes your eyes look more hazel than brown. It’s a good color on you.”
“You’re good at changing the subject. What’s going on?”
“I don’t know.” She rubbed her arms in spite of the air being warm. “I guess it’s Solstice energy plus the full moon being tomorrow night. It all makes my hair stand on end. Don’t you feel it?”
I suspected her discomfort came from being constantly watched by Scarface and his crew, and I resisted the urge to bare my teeth at every shadow to show I protected her. The most convincing lies had an element of truth, and she seemed to need information, so I went with her little deception. “I’ve been dealing with it for so long I’m aware of it about as much as a sailor not
