whether she had considered calling someone else.
“Everything all right?” I asked.
“I told Marcus I’m alive.”
“What did he say?”
“That he’d assumed you were both alive and overthinking.”
“An unkind level of accuracy.”
She smiled.
I offered my hand, and she took it.
In the cab, she guessed three restaurants, one museum, and a place we had gone after graduation where the food had been terrible but the view had briefly convinced us otherwise. I declined to confirm anything. She informed me that mystery became irritating after a
