Who is My Shelter? (2011)
“chapter 32 Philip’s Lexus was already there when I pulled into the wet parking lot at Baker’s Square—and it was only one twenty. The old feeling of being “a day late and a dollar short” no matter what I did got my defenses up, but Philip smiled a greeting when I slid into the booth. “Looks like we’re both early. I just got here.”
Okay, Gabby, back off, start over, cool your jets.
We ordered quickly—a chicken fajita for Philip and Asian chicken salad for me—then faced each other across the Formi...ca-topped table with hot cups of coffee. Two creams each. Had Philip and I always doctored our coffee the same way? I looked him over, puzzled. Something was different about Philip today. His hair? It’d grown back almost an inch, the same dark brown like fresh-roasted coffee, and nearly covered the long scar in his scalp, but I’d already noticed that two days ago when he was moving stuff into my basement. Something else— “Your arm!” I pointed, eyes wide. “You got the cast off!”MoreLess
Okay, Gabby, back off, start over, cool your jets.
We ordered quickly—a chicken fajita for Philip and Asian chicken salad for me—then faced each other across the Formi...ca-topped table with hot cups of coffee. Two creams each. Had Philip and I always doctored our coffee the same way? I looked him over, puzzled. Something was different about Philip today. His hair? It’d grown back almost an inch, the same dark brown like fresh-roasted coffee, and nearly covered the long scar in his scalp, but I’d already noticed that two days ago when he was moving stuff into my basement. Something else— “Your arm!” I pointed, eyes wide. “You got the cast off!”MoreLess
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