Chapter EightWHITNEY AND BRUCE DIDN’T stay long at the visitation. Partly because she was afraid the ghost of Cal would appear to her and she’d wind up causing a scene in front of other mourners. But mostly because they couldn’t seem to shake Danine, and Whitney found the girl more than mildly obnoxious.
“I don’t want to go home just yet,” Bruce said as they stepped off the subway.
Taking his hand, Whitney said, “I do.”
She led him across the street and then into the coffee shop on the corner.
“Pick a cake, any cake!” she said, indicating the showcase of desserts for two.
Bruce couldn’t decide between chocolate and cheesecake, so they bought both—and a tea latte each. With their treats in hand, they made their way to Whitney’s place.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” she said, tryi
