Served Me Well
(E, 4/8)
Chapter 4: Blue Silk, Daylight
It’s a small room, made for conversation or perhaps for waiting, with an inoffensive oil painting in a dusty gilt frame, and low-backed chairs with curving arms carved into eagles’ wings. There are no flowers in the vase on the side table, and it’s been some days since the windows were cleaned. She seats herself and he shuts the door behind him.
Kaz looks at her. The color is very high in her cheeks, and she turns her face a little away from his. “My shoe is untied,” she says.
He knows it isn’t. He goes to her anyway, and kneels down.





