Chapter 60
I LOOKED at Alice, sucking the last of Jack’s pork-and-rice leftover stew off her spoon. Ceren still had half her bowl left, and held half a fresh-baked roll to soak up the broth. Both looked curiously at me.
Saint Michael’s was two blocks away. I could walk there in a couple minutes. Talk to Acceptance, and be back in half an hour.
I wasn’t hungry. At all. My stomach rejected the thought of food on top of all that vodka.
Leaving my mostly untouched stew would be something of a relief.
Alice and Ceren couldn’t hear Boxer’s side of the conversation, not with the radio pressed to my ear. I could tell them anything.
I licked my lips. “I’ll be by right after dinner,” I said.
Boxer didn’t sound surprised. “We will be here.”
“Thanks,” I said, and returned the radio to my belt.
