Chapter 8
School was officially out for Fay.
This morning, I’d called in sick again—a telltale sign that I was quitting this job before Christmas. Forget the bonus. I knew my usual routine: first sick days, then showing up but writing chapters of books that never went anywhere.
Fay and I had spent the afternoon together at the pool. She’d taken swimming lessons all winter. She’d finally graduated from the kiddie pool, and this meant that I didn’t have to sit around in three inches of warm water all afternoon, surrounded by screaming kids.
Yes, I’d actually gotten to swim and tan today—a first in many years of going to the pool with my niece.
“Are you having supper with us?”
We sat on the balcony enjoying the late-afternoon sun and a Mr. Freeze. “No, Dayton’s taking you out to dinner
