17
Jack
“Let me get this straight,” I say.
Dany and I are in the kitchen at the house. Dany wandered down after taking a long nap. She has a pillow crease on her face. Clearly, she showered after the bus incident. She’s in a light pink cardigan with pearl buttons and a pencil skirt.
I sit down at the kitchen table across from her. She has a list and a pen. I stare suspiciously at the paper with its neat cursive writing. She hasn’t told me all the items, but enough of them to get the gist.
I continue, “You rode the city bus as part of your bucket list?”
“It’s not a bucket list.” She narrows her eyes and sits up straighter.
I hold up my hands in a peace gesture. “Is this all because of that pencil neck? Is this some sort of crisis because…” I trail off. I realize too late that I sound
