miracle we weren’t knocking over drugstores in our diapers.”
Cindy jumps like she’s been caught shoplifting.
I don’t have to turn around. “Hello, Barron.”
“Dani, right?” he says, giving Cindy a predatory smile as he takes a seat next to me. I find it a hopeful sign that he actually remembers her—maybe he’s been staying away from doing much memory work—but I also am suddenly conscious of the danger I have put Cindy and Greg in just by letting them come here. These people are not safe to be around.
“I’m Greg Yu.” Greg extends his hand, leaning over so that he’s in front of Cindy.
Barron shakes it. His suit is a lot nicer than mine, and his dark hair is clipped, short and tidy. He looks like the good boy he’s never been. “Any friends of my baby brother’s are friends of mine.”
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