Chapter 18: Overtime

Ochre had her night mapped out — a towel under her hands, two coats of polish, nothing else — and then the phone rang after dark and put her on a county road with her fingers fanned out in front of her like she was carrying two full cups. She touches the tree because it costs her nothing, and she takes six pastries as payment while knowing exactly what six pastries are worth. I keep thinking about that: she does the arithmetic, and she still shows up.
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