People were screaming, crying, talking animatedly into phones. And he didn’t trash his book, like we wanted him to do. XXX “What are you working on?”
Kenneth glanced at his screen. She said her name was Kathleen May. “Nobody else saw it but you, and if you say anything they’ll think you’re crazy. Again that muffled “Mmmm…” Kenneth felt dazed. “Isn’t it a lovely night, Kenneth Arnold?”
“Leave me alone…”
“Would you care for a game of solitaire, Kenneth Arnold?”
“I…I…yes…”
“That’s good. Teena draped herself over him, muttering concern. He felt peaceful now, passive, all of a sudden. “Go ahead Kenneth. He almost turned and looked back at the café to see if the man in the black suit was still there, but no, he couldn’t do that.
