Alex
It was the second time I’d chased Lola through the streets of Manhattan. And this time, I’d very nearly lost her.
I was standing on the corner of 54thand 7th, wondering where she’d got to, when I finally saw her, zig zagging on the pavement up towards Central Park.
I followed her at a distance into the Park. It wasn’t dark yet, so I knew she’d be safe. But I couldn’t just leave her like this. I knew that whatever my question had triggered, it was important. And if I didn’t explain to her now, there might not be another chance.
When I finally caught up to her, she was sitting on a park bench, under a crowd of apple trees, staring down the rolling fields and meadows of Central Park. It was a warm evening, and I could see pollen floating through the air.
“I think I need to explain m
