When I reached the gate of the apartment, Lilith was pacing up and down, wringing her fingers nervously. Her eyes lit up on seeing me, but then something else replaced the delight; fear, guilt, anxiety; it was difficult to say.
She tore her hair, and her eyebrows drew together in a deep frown. “I thought you were going to bail out on me.”
“What is the matter, Lilith?” I asked in a concerned voice. “You seem very agitated.”
“Umm… Let us talk somewhere else. Too many people know me here.” She grabbed my hand and led me to her car, almost pushing me inside. “I know a very good place.”
“You seem pretty disturbed. Do you want me to drive?”
“No!” she almost shouted. “I… umm… you don’t know the place I am taking us.”
“You could just give me the address.” I shrugged and strapped on my s
