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Without giving in to the urge to roll my eyes, I say, “Tru will be back at work in a few days and back living at her apartment. I want you to look out for her. Don’t be obnoxious about it, and for f**k’s sake, tone down the chest-pounding Tarzan routine. She hates to be treated like she’s helpless. “Just watch out for her. Make sure she’s okay. I know I can count on you to do that.” His mouth hangs open. His expression is blank. He could be in a coma for all the reaction I’m getting. To snap him out of it, I lightly slap his cheek. He jumps, jerking away, then hollers, “You’re asking me to babysit for you while you go away on a trip or something, is that it?” “I’m not going away on a trip. I’m going away for good.” And leaving her will kill me. Diego says in stiff disbelief, “So that
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