They drove to the shelter, and Cassie walked Maureen inside. She glanced at her watch and saw that she was already late for work. Maureen seemed reluctant to let her go. Will I see you this evening? she asked, following Cassie back to the door.
Security does their best to control the crowd and Henry is gracious, but I can tell hes impatient. He keeps looking over at me, almost to assure himself I havent run off.Though its only a short distance to my flat, James drives us there. When they first close the door behind us, and its just Henry and me in the backseat, he tells me fervently, Im so proud of you. You were absolutely brilliant up there.
And my smile spreads far and wide across my face. Thank you. Im happy you were here to see it.Were quiet then. James takes the long way around, with extra turns and diversions to lose anyone from the library who tries to follow us. And Henry holds onto my hand the entire time.Inside my flat, I slip off my shoes and hang my coat in the closet, and Henry stands in the middle of my parlor, looking too big for it, larger than life.
And theres something different about him. Hes still the Henry I know. The wild lad with a dirty mouth is still there below the surface. But the way he carries himself has changed, like theres a veneer of . . . nobility that wasnt there before.He turns in a circle, noting my framed covers on the wall, running his finger along my prized bookshelf.
Theres so much to say, but I cant for the life of me figure out how to start.
So I ask, Would you like tea?She blinks, snapping out of it, adorably flustered. I . . . ah . . . I have to go.
Halfway through the door, Sarah stops and turns around. Henry?She points her finger at me. Stay.
I smile and salute her.With narrowed eyes, she backs out of the door, closing it behind her.