Chapter 26Kai
On the third night after the incident, I find myself at work again, living on very little sleep and almost no food—just some dry crackers I found in my cupboard. And on this night, like on the previous ones, Toby’s here at the wine bar: same hour, different table. I don’t know whether to be relieved or annoyed by his presence, but my insides don’t seem to care, doing a summersault at the mere sight of him.
He’s alone again, occupying a table for two and not helping business, drinking only two or three root beers over several hours. But he’s having drinks, so I can’t kick him out even if I wanted to. Eventually, it’s not until eleven P.M. that he leaves, even though at 9.30 I already told him I don’t want to talk. He looked sad when I said that, more miserable than I current
