“I was supposed to go to Haiti in June,” she said. The nerves on her head crackled. Her breath came faster and streams of energy raced around her shoulders. She held her eyes closed for a second and called up Roselore’s image. “Leo and I were.”
“Yes?” Dylan said, his eyes cautious and greedy. Did he think they’d steal his idea?
“We’re adopting a little girl –”
“That’s wonderful,” Dylan said.
The kitchen door swung open, bringing with it the smell of fried potatoes and onions. Rudie rested her cheeks on her hands, looked down at her plate and smiled, her eyes wet with happiness. A radio played a DJ saying words like basket weave and T-boned. Then the opening beat of “I Love Rock ’n’ Roll.” The waitress refreshed their coffees then set their bill on the table.
“But why Haiti?” Dylan s
