I followed along at the edge of O’Brien’s shadow, trying not only to catch up to him but to keep my dress free and clear from the dirt and brush. Not that it worked, he was walking too fast and the leaves - drying out once more – crunched underfoot.
O’Brien made a hard turn to the right, oblivious to any noise I was making. Where on Earth was he going? If he was looking for the van, he was heading the exact wrong way. Maybe I was wrong though and he wasn’t here for Mrs May-Tree’s obvious issue. Maybe he just needed a minute to himself.
Not that I could blame him for that. I couldn’t imagine having to deal with all of those people as a server.
I should have turned back and left him to it, but now I was curious. When he turned again, I finally gave up trying not to scare him and asked,
