Chapter Nine
Haloumi
The carpet in the basement smelled faintly of baby pee when I sat on it the next morning to go through my luggage. I had two pairs of long shorts I brought for hiking, one black while the other was passable as khaki. It’s the best I can do to blend in.
When I come up, Nolan is setting bowls on the dining table between the living room and the open end of the T-shaped kitchen. The table is covered three inches deep with piles of papers and envelopes, and I clear space around my bowl as I sit down. Kinsley has gotten over the quiet phase of being around an adult she doesn’t know and is debating what kind of cereal she’ll have for breakfast. Deciding on a combination of corn flakes and krispies, she cups her hands to show that one-third should be flakes and two-thirds k
