Behind Closed Doors: Nine Forbidden Nights
Maybe it’s just me, but I didn’t think I was walking around with a big sign on me that
said, “In constant need of assistance and company, please come on up.”
For the first time since she caught up with me, the woman looks me directly in the eye. “I saw your exchange with Little Elvis in the bar earlier,” she says. “And I saw you dodge him just now.” Her eyes flash with
something but I’m not sure what. Knowing? Exhaustion? Whatever the case, she’s focused on me with everything she has. “I can tell you from experience the action available for us women around here is — “ She looks furtively