Chapter 13“Oh my God, Nico,” Lene said through her mouthful, “this is so good.”
My sister had dropped by this evening, after her shift at Douglas, the mental institution where she worked. She was an intern there. Officially Doctor Lund, psychiatrist.
I leaned back against the kitchen counter by the sink and watched her happy face as she dug into the avocado ice cream I’d whipped up for her. I hadn’t seen my sister in a couple of weeks and I was glad she was here. Though I hoped she wouldn’t pick up on the intense feelings I was having tonight.
I’d met with O’Reilly again last week. He’d called me up one evening. He’d been upset, worried about his Aunt Fran. Frannie was fighting for her life in the Hotel Dieu cancer ward, and at the sound of the grief in Derek’s sweet voice, I’d gotten i
