She brushed past me and went to Dan, who squirmed out of her embrace.
“No,” he said, and stood up and sat on the windowsill, staring down at the Seven Seas Lagoon.
“Dan’s just been explaining to me that he plans on being dead in a couple months,” I said. “Puts a damper on the long-term plans, doesn’t it, Lil?”
Tears streamed down her face and she seemed to fold in on herself. “I’ll take what I can get,” she said.
I choked on a knob of misery, and I realized that it was Dan, not Lil, whose loss upset me the most.
Lil took Dan’s hand and led him out of the room.
I guess I’ll take what I can get, too, I thought.
CHAPTER 6
Lying on my hotel bed, mesmerized by the lazy turns of the ceiling fan, I pondered the possibility that I was nuts.
It wasn’t unheard of, even in the days of the Bitchun Society, and even though there were cures, they weren’t pleasant.