I wake to the rain on metal roof. I want coffee and breakfast, but i’m
Dexter’s books are on the dash, some half-open, spine-up. I peek. The
When i look up there is a woman at the door. She doesn’t knock. I crank
— I was looking for Dexter.
— Not here. Check his place?
— Not there either.
— Well, come in out of the rain at least.