Òyì nke e mepụtara

and she was already exhausted in the particular way of a woman who had survived one version of her life and was trying to build another with whatever remained. He was already in the alley. Suit jacket folded over his forearm, a phone pressed to his ear, saying almost nothing while whoever was on the line said a great deal. He noticed her the moment she appeared—she would learn later that he always noticed everything—but he didn't make it visible. He simply shifted to give her more of the dry spa