Chapter 63

• MEETING THE COFEE SHOP OWNER
• Whispering has never been in her system as long as I remember, but that aside, because I am not disseminating anything to her. Not in this cab, and not now, when my pussycat has begun throbbing just at the notion of him. It’s like he dwells somewhere beneath my skin, tickling me every time he senses his name in my mind.
• "Come on, Ellie. Tell me. I wanna hear that juice," she says, so anticipatory for the chatter. She is quite an irksome tattletale at times.