“No, I think you’re something carrying something heavy. If I can help, I will.”
She sighed and said to the blank wall in front of us, “I’m living in the bank.” Then, her eyes darted to mine. “But not in the part where the vault is. In the attic. I climb up there at night before the alarm is set and just stay there until morning. There are sensors and stuff, so I can’t come down. I’m not trying to rob anything or anything.” She was talking so fast I thought she might pass out.
“Okay. Well, that sounds hard.” I said the first thing that came to mind. “I mean being locked up in there from five each night until the next morning, and what do you do on weekends?”
Her eyes were huge when she looked at me. “It is hard. So hard. Now that it’s warmer, sometimes I sleep out in the park by the muse
