Once the class is done, I say goodbye to the girls and settle Mischa into his blue baby Björn. I leave the class with a sense thatmaybe it’s time to turn the page on this weird state of limbo I’ve been living with Dmitri.
WREN: Hey Bee, class is done. You can bring the car around.
BEE: Be there in five. Just picking up a couple of pints of Häagen-Dazs for our movie date tonight.
Per protocol, I’m supposed to stand inside the building until I see Bee’s car drive up, but I’m so inside my head today that Iforget and wander out onto the pavement. It takes me a couple of seconds to register that the two black SUVs that usuallyaccompany me to the class are no longer parked on the opposite side of the road.
The sidewalk is weirdly empty, too.
No pedestrians. No passing
