“Good way to get around it,” Trent said when he read the story. He said it again, or words to that effect, when the same story appeared on the TV newscasts.
In the interim, while I waited to see if Wilson would stick to his promise, I kept the same low profile I had been before.
When Trent and I got back from the park that night I was exhausted. Even Trent’s offer to make us coffee and something to eat while we talked about what would come next didn’t keep me from heading straight to bed. “We’ll figure that out when the time comes,” I said as I went up to the loft to change into the sweatpants I slept in and do a quick wash up, since I didn’t have the energy to shower. I crawled into bed, vaguely aware of his coming into the room before I fell asleep.