I’ve got my keys in my hand and I’m rushing out the door as I send the last deposit for lunch to her Cash App. I have no idea where Lexi lives, but I know she goes to the same university Piccola went to, and it’s small enough that I could possibly run into her. By accident, of course.
When I get to the main gate, I see the guard step out and wave at me. “Heading to Costco?” George asks, and I smile back.
“Not today. Have a good one.” I say the last part hoping that I can speed this along. I know everyone thinks it a joke that I go there so much, but nobody is upset when I’ve got all the good snacks and paper towels.
It feels like it takes forever for the arm to rise before I’m able to get out on the main road. When I’m close to the university, I slow down and scan the sidewalks as I dri
