Chapter 13
laugh, hug, drink, eat, talk
sands of time cannot erode
the truest friendships
I walked aimlessly, my hurt and fury distracting me as I went until finally I realized I had no idea where I was or how to get to Jericha’s flat. I stopped at a noodle shop, ordered some takeout so I wouldn’t show up empty-handed and got directions to her place. Jonah probably had seen Jericha at the market – according to the map the waitress had drawn for me, her place was just around the corner from the north end of the plaza. At least it wasn’t near the tenements. I had a feeling that as bad as it had been during the day, it would be even worse when people got off work and streamed towards taverns.
I assumed Jericha would be home. According to her letters, she only went out dancing or drinking
