CHAPTER 23
Becks slows down in her power walk, kicking at the wet sidewalk. “I can’t believe it’s starting to snow again. It’s flaming mid-April.”
Lary stares across at a little park to their right where the grass is trying and failing to turn green. Trees stand stark naked and bony like something out of a supermodel’s dressing room. Daffodils shiver in the damp cold along a little garden. Puddles wobble with gusts of wind. A small boy is trying to sail a paper sailboat in one, while his father smokes a cigarette, pulling up his jacket collar.
“I’m sick of this weather.” Lary yanks out a tissue to wipe her nose. “Literally.”
“Give me one of those.” Becks blows loudly.
Lary gazes at the man’s cigarette in his fingers, imagining the smell of smoke.
Suddenly Becks bangs her on the shoul
