9
Cleopatra Hill
“So you’re leaving?” Mary Mullen asked in resigned tones as I folded the last of my sweaters and put it in the duffle bag.
I hadn’t seen her for a few days, and had wondered if she disapproved of the change in my relationship with Connor. Maybe now I was just another one of “those girls.” What they used to refer to back in the day as “loose women.”
But I didn’t see anything particularly condemnatory in Mary’s doll-like features, only a slight worry that she was going to be left to haunt an apartment with no one in it.
“Not permanently,” I told her. “At least, I don’t think so. We haven’t quite figured out how this is all going to shake out.”
Her head tilted to one side. I reflected that her hairstyle was just another reason why I was glad I hadn’t been born back in t
