22
I squint into the sunlit afternoon as I walk with Tony through the oak-lined walking path in Audubon Park. There are a couple of bodyguards walking behind us, but I can pretty much ignore them as I hold onto Tony’s elbow. A jogger runs by, her hair sweaty, her black leggings and jacket looking overly warm.
Maybe I should take up running. Make the guards really work to chase me, without getting myself in trouble. The idea makes the corners of my mouth lift in a smile.
I stroll in my black peacoat, looking at Tony in his oversized beige sweater. “Are you warm enough?”
Tony shrugs. “I’m fine. I don’t see why we gotta walk, though.”
“Because,” I tell him. “We don’t want you just sitting around, doing nothing. You have to move around. Inhabit your space.”
He rolls his eyes at me, unamu
