Page 97 of Providence
“You really thought she was abirdwhen you walked in? That’s interesting.”
“Cypress.”
“Just think, wolf…”
“Cy.”
“What if we finally get to use that third chair?”
“I’m closing my eyes.”
“I’m really looking forward to meeting her.”
“Fuck’s sake,” I groan. “Go to sleep.”
“When I’m this excited? Impossible.”
“I never should have told you. Getting all worked up, and all it’s going to amount to is a headache.”
“What’s her name?” he asks, not remotely deterred.
“I didn’t ask.”
“You should have. She sounds important.”
“Important enough that you probably won’t even see her.”
“Care to wager on it?”
“No.”
“Fine. But when I’m right…”
“You arenotright. And I don’t just mean on this.”
“We’ll see…” he says, grinning wide, and I know there’s no point in trying to rein in his enthusiasm now. No matter. Nothing will come of it. Might as well just listen to him talk. Because no one…noonegets that luckytwice.
Cora. Her name is Cora.
