Chapter 147 Alice

• Alice
• Seven p.m. the next day I approach Red’s Rib Shack from the other side of the road, pause in a doorway, and stare at Kip.
• He’s leaning against the wall not far from the door, looking at his phone in his left hand, his right in the pocket of his black trousers. He’s wearing a white dress shirt, and I can see that the inside of the collar, the placket, and the cuffs where he’s turned them back a couple of times are a silvery gray. The light breeze that’s blowing across the harbor is ruffling the longer hair on the top of his head. He’s wearing glasses, although he’s looking over the top of them at his phone, so he must be short-sighted.