Chapter Eighteen
After Charlie had left for the women’s shelter, I stood, jaw hanging open again, in front of the exact same spot where Jitters was supposed to be. Instead of looking through the clear storefront windows into a coffee shop, the windows were blacked out and had the words Magic Roller Rink written across them.
Across the street where Club Vortex should’ve been was a large park with kids playing on . . . what was that?
I squinted at the glare coming from the large metal dome some of the kids were climbing. Whoa! It was a metal jungle gym dome. Then I realized that everything in the park was metal: the merry-go-round, the spiral slide, and the monkey bars.
A couple of boys stood on a metal bar on the foot of the monkey bars. Their hands slapped against the bars as they race
