Chapter Eighteen
“What the hell was that?” Wenders asked entering the apartment on my heels. Not having been home in a while, I passed in, leaving him to close the door and bark at my back. “How come you fell down the stairs?”
I had no idea what was coming. I didn't know why he'd been searching for me with such zeal, why he was taking tea with what's-her-name, or what bad news he had for me. But I knew what we weren't going to discuss. My head condition and my journeys into the land of the dead were off limits and none of his business. I already had a world of trouble and a headache. I saw no need to add to either. “It's a new medication I'm on,” I lied. “I'm not supposed to operate heavy machinery or walk up stairs.”
“A new medicine? With the allergies you're always whinin' about?”
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