My Sister’s Substitute
The following evening was unscripted. The meetings had concluded, Garrett had managed a laugh, Patricia had nodded to her, and Neo had announced-in the quiet, undemonstrative way he did announcing-that the second Miami evening was theirs. Irina wasn't sure what to make of the information. They ate at a small, unpretentious place Neo found, devoid of white table cloths or private dining rooms, free of Patricia and her iron grip. It simply served good food, had plastic menus and a perpetually whirring ceiling fan, and looked out over water that gleamed absurdly at night. "This isn't what I expected," Irina admitted, looking around the room. Neo, already eating, asked, "What did you expect?" "A
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