Chapter 29

I fanned the cash. “Hmm.”

Back home that night, I tried to come up with the perfect plan. One of the boxes earmarked for the city dump still sat on the foot of my bed. I’d been sleeping around it almost a week, forced to lie diagonally, my feet on the left side only, as not to kick it off the edge. I did something else diagonally four nights in a row, too, something I did while recalling my one real date with Mickey as an adult. Night five was gearing up to be more of the same.