Chapter 26“I should be out of here around six,” Harris said, on the line. “Should I grab us something to eat on the way?”
“Probably, yeah.” Jude stood by the fogged patio door in his living room, looking out at the street below. It had snowed during the night and a thin layer of snow still covered the ground. It was November twenty-seventh, his thirtieth birthday. He’d wanted to tell Harris this morning, over coffee, but Harris had been in a hurry, running late as usual, and now the day was coming to an end and he still couldn’t bring himself to say the words.
“Are you feeling down today?” Harris asked, his hyper-sensitive antennae obviously picking up on something. “Lonely?”
He missed Chimera. Had yet to put away her mat and leash. When Harris was at work, Jude would sometimes sit with
