“Right.” At first I think she’s talking about the kid. Then I realize she’s referring to her husband. I turn to go. I don’t know what kind of fetish thing these two have going on, but who am I to interrupt it?
“I’ve been following you on Instalook,” she says, watching me go. Her voice is so low, I have to really pick the words apart in my mind to decipher them. “You’ve taken to things very well.”
I turn back to her. “Have I?”
“I was like you once,” she says nostalgically. “But then I had Daniel…” She motions toward the baby or toddler or whatever you call children these days and she smiles. “And well, then life changed, as life has a way of doing.”
“Do you ever visit that park?” I ask. I point. “The one I passed on my way in.”
“Every day at three o’clock.”
“Great,” I say as I fish fo
