CHAPTER 63
Natalie’s got at least twenty wires taped to her little head. It’s all color-coded. Reds and greens and yellows. Like in those stupid action movies where the hero doesn’t know if he’s supposed to cut the blue wire or the red one. Except have you noticed it’s never the same color from one film to the next?
There’s some tech in here, a cute guy in his twenties or early thirties. He’s really talkative, but not in a flirty way. More like the “I’m a dude but I’d make a great BFF and you’d never have to worry about me hitting on you” sort of way. I like him. He puts my mind at ease.
“How old’s your little sweetie?” he asks.
“Four months.” I hate saying it because she still looks like a newborn. A very out of it newborn who just spent half an hour pedaling her legs in the air like
