Everyone in my life is too innocent to involve, too corrupted to trust, or dead. Arnie is the only one left.
Distantly, I hear him groaning, almost like he pulled the phone away from his ear to let out his frustration. Then he breathes into the receiver. “Fine. What time is good?”
“As soon as possible. I’m thirty minutes from the airport.”
“I’ll call you right back.” He hangs up the phone. I sit on the floor next to the bed for a moment, trying to quell the shaking in my hands.
Then I get up and start to pack.
Arnie calls me back and gives me the details for the flight. “It leaves in four hours. One-way trip.”
I thank him for his help. He tells me not to mention it.
“Never mention it,” he snaps. “And as far as favors go, you are fresh out, girl. I’m happy to take you on as a custome
