“Oh, Maisie, this is just weird.”
She nodded. “I know.” I noticed she was shivering.
“Look, let’s get out of the cold. I’ll treat you to some hot chocolate, and we can split a plate of fries at the Elite Diner. Is it still there?”
She smiled at me through her tears and nodded.
“C’mon. Let’s go.” I stood and held out my hand to her.
* * * *
At the diner, small talk reigned once more, at least for a few minutes. After we’d warmed up and complimented the fries, I brought the subject of Jack up again.
“I debated whether to tell you or not about my knowing Jack. Mainly because I couldn’t really see what difference it would make.”
Maisie reached out and covered my hand with hers. I noticed her nails were bitten to the quick.