Cheryl waited in hallway with Roy Silver standing next to her. She was grateful that he hadn’t shown her the disco scene again. It was too early for dance music, and she desperately needed the brain space to think.
She hadn’t seen Mr. Duncan since he fled into his apartment when she asked him about Roy Silver the day before. Now she had a distinct feeling he was avoiding her, but it was morning, and he would have to take Daisy out for a walk. He was far too neat and conscientious to let her relieve herself in his apartment. So, she decided to wait outside with Roy because, so far, talking to him had been fruitless, but that didn’t mean she would stop trying.
“So, do you come here often?” she joked.
Roy didn’t answer her. She hadn’t expected him to. He hadn’t answered a single question
