Over his shoulder, Gram is standing up from the bench. She’s frowning at me, questioning what is going on. I don’t know why, but I don’t want her over here. I glance in her direction and that is all it takes. Gram knows me well enough to know what I’m saying.
“Interesting that you accidentally ran over the ankle of someone you know,” I blurt. “In another country, no less. What are the odds?”
“Well, truth be told, I thought I recognized you before I clipped you with my suitcase. That’s why I was distracted.” He circles a finger in the air in the general direction of my face. “I was trying to figure out where I knew you from, and I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
“Where do you know me from?”
“A party.” His words are as clipped as his smile.
The only party I attended with Timofey was
