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Add It Up
With a bit of hustle, I manage to get a hand in the opening just as the elevator doors were closing.
“Going down?” I asked.
Yoonie said nothing. When the doors closed behind me, I pressed the button.
There it was again, the faint but pleasant scent of jasmine.
I cleared my throat. “So this Woodhouse fella? Kind of a sneaky bastard, ain’t he?”
This got me a whole lot of nothing.
We rode the rest of the way in silence. Even before the doors were fully open again, she was gone. Straight across the lobby she went and out into the night, all but speed-walking.
Outside there were four golf carts lined up. Yoonie climbed into one and I stepped around to the passenger side, but she sped off without me.
“Sorry about my cancer,” I called after her.
The buggy stopped. She sat
