*Odette*
"He is a handsome devil," Marla says as we walk along the street. "Much better to see him up close, rather than looking at him through the window. So large. I don't know if I've ever known anyone as tall as him."
"I barely noticed," I lie. I hadn't expected Marla to be so enamored of Lupo. He is all she's spoken of since we left the house. I wonder what Marla would think if I confessed that he kissed me.
But kisses are not to be talked about. Like everything, I don't know how I know, but I know it would put my reputation at risk. But who is there to care?
"He seems rather dark and brooding, though," Marla says. "Like Heathcliff."
Wuthering Heights. I almost shout out the title. I know the character. I know the book. I fear I'll appear somewhat of a nitwit on this outing. But
