The SurpriseAfter some time, Mr. Blackberry and Tony got up, each to their own pursuits. Morton sauntered by, outside the row of tables, keeping to the shade. “Enjoying your party?”
“Quite. Although the day’s a bit hot for my taste.” Why did I wear a navy blue dress to an outdoor event? After haunting the rooftops of Market Center with Gardena's brothers some years back, I should've known better.
“I’ll bring some water,” Morton said.
I drank the glass Tony had brought me earlier, gazing out to the crowd. None approached me. But they gave me curious glances, surveying my form, as if wondering if their eyes spoke true.
Other than the weight I’d gained, I didn’t think I looked different.
Morton set the glass of water before me and stepped back, hands behind him, his eyes surveying the ar
