50
“Here you are,” Olga says.
There’s no way twenty minutes have gone by. Or maybe an hour has gone by. I’m sort of standing here stunned at the moment, trying to sort out how I feel about what Daniel just said.
“I asked Bethany to cover the line,” Olga tells us. “Let us go through here.”
She points down an aisle of miniature lemon and orange trees, back to where I think Daniel had been leading me before.
The two of us walk along silently behind Olga. I can’t look at Daniel right now. There’s a thick current of some kind of energy passing between us, and it’s making my face hot and the rest of my skin feel clammy.
There’s a whole second shop, it looks like, behind the flower store. A café. The sign above the doorway says, “No tablets or other devices, please.”
The place is quiet. So
