“I hope that one day you will be able to be honest with me. I know you are afraid, but you shouldn’t be.”
“You’re the one who has a date with the needle, not me.”
“Give Sirius a hug from me.”
“I’d be afraid he might get rabies.”
“I am glad you have found love again. It provides you with a vigor you were missing.”
I didn’t say anything. I would never whisper Lisbet’s name to Haines. She was off the table.
“Don’t call me in the middle of the night again,” I told him. “If you feel the urge to sing, wake up one of your neighbors.”
“I will respect your wishes. Good night, Michael Gideon.”
“Do let the bed bugs bite,” I said.
I listened to the dial tone for a dozen seconds or more but couldn’t shake the feeling that he was still on the line.
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