![]() ![]() His name was Chester, but he went by Chit, and he and his buddies had become a fixture around the bar over the past few months. I leaned over the sill, waving to one of the boys who was staring up at me. The air had a happy-go-lucky feel to it, a stir of excitement, like a street party about to spontaneously erupt. A wash of warm summer air filtered through the open window along with the sounds of horns honking, blaring music, and laughter from a gang of street kids who were smoking weed in the back alley behind the Wayfarer. Rolling her eyes, she lifted the sash and pushed it up as far as she could. “Open the window, and I’ll shake it outside.” Dust didn’t bother me, and sometimes I forgot other people had to breathe. “I can barely breathe, there’s so much dust.”Ĭhagrined, I dropped the rug to the floor and gave her a sheepish look. “Could you at least wait until I open the window to shake that thing?” Iris shot me a nasty look as I yanked the braided rug off the floor and started beating it against the wall. ![]()
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