SPADE
“Spade?”
Oh, great. The person I didn’t want to see to avoid questions.
“Hey, Denise.” I looked at her in a scrub suit. “You’re back to work.”
“Yes. Thank you for the signed vinyl and the T-shirt. That’s thoughtful of you. ” She finally smiled again at me, and it was all because of Linkin Park and her daughter.
“You’re welcome. Robyn told me you’re a fan.”
“Not this new LP, but yeah.”
“Me, too.”
“So you’re an old soul, huh?” She seemed surprised.
“Well, let’s say their music saved me.”
“But it couldn’t save their own.” She sighed as she looked sad.
I nodded glumly. “Apparently, yeah. We all have different ways of coping. I’m sure there are many people we’ve never met who are given another chance by their music.”
“What’s your favorite track?”
“From the Inside. You? In
