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Chapter 22

Klaus.

Monday went by. I paid my locum. I worked. I stared out my window, a lot. I wondered what she was doing. I couldn’t be with her. I was dangerous around her, but depression could hit some people hard. For once the palm trees lining the beach road didn’t make me smile. She needed someone to talk to. I knew some of her friends. I texted them. Arranged things. Told a heap of white lies.

Lunchtime. I was eating a chicken sandwich at my desk and wondering why it was making me feel ill. Lifting the top layer revealed chicken and butter. Dead flesh. Ugh.

What might she do, by herself? I made my jaw work, chewing over and over, and I swallowed. It went down in a lump. I was a vulture. Maybe I should have a label on my head that said, Carnivore. Beware of the teeth. It bites.

The remains of the sandwich placed to one side, I rested my forehead on the heels of my hands.

Would she try to see me?

I thought about hiring a security guard. I think that was what’s called a what-the-fuck moment. I caught myself in time. What was I scared of? Jodie? Myself? A security guard wouldn’t help me against either of those.

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