章節 11: Chapter 11

I pushed the buzzer in the building’s tiny foyer and when a very-healthy sounding Suze asked “Yes?” I told her, “It’s me, let me up.” To which she said, “I don’t think it’s you. You would have said ‘it is I.’” and a pause. “Look, Kerry, I really don’t feel well.” Her voice had changed. Now it was husky. In a bad way. I said, “Suze, I drove all the way down here, wandered the streets for ages to find a place to park, to speak to you. Let me up.” I heard the buzzer and pushed the door open. I climbed the flight to her second-floor Apartment. Her door was ajar.

As I said, I’d never been there. It was big. Not “Friends” big, more like Meg-Ryan’s-place-in-”You’ve Got Mail” big. There was a nice living room with a curved window overlooking the street and a small kitchen. And two bedrooms off the hall heading to the back. Suze was sitting in the middle of the sofa, and I sat in one of the chairs across the coffee table.