When they cleared the city limits and drove under the viaduct at Danforth Avenue, getting into the proper downtown, he eased off the Parkway and into the city traffic, taking the main roads with their high buildings and stoplights and people, people, people.
“We’re going home?” she said. The last thing she’d said was, “Are you hungry?” fourteen hours before and he’d only shook his head.
“Yes,” he said.
“Oh,” she said.
Was Krishna home? She was rooting in her purse now, and he knew that she was looking for her knife.
“You staying with me?” he said.
“Can I?” she said. They were at a red light, so he looked into her eyes. They were shiny and empty as marbles.
“Yes,” he said. “Of course. And I will have a word with Krishna.”
She looked out the window. “I expect he’ll want to have a word with you, too.”