2.
He is waiting for her on Bloor Street. He is cold. The bank machine he is standing near is busy. University students taking money out. The occasional woman by herself. He wants to slip in the doors and lie on the floor and wait for Lindsay in there, where it’s warm. Derek doesn’t know why he is so cold. It’s not that cold out, really. It’s the joint, it must be the joint. He is shaking like mad.
Where is she?
Derek starts to walk back up the street he ran down. Just to get his blood moving. Roiling. He loves words and roiling is one of his favourites lately. He uses it whenever he can. His blood is always roiling. He pictures it bubbling and steaming.
Maybe it wasn’t the joint. Maybe it was the pill he popped in Lindsay’s Diet Coke. He only had a sip of it, though. She drank the who
