dael was in a hurry, in an unrushed way.
“we have to make a stop on the way,” he said again, this time in person.
we’d had a few phone calls and had developed an audio memory he wasn’t recalling
right now. “well, where are we going?” i asked the obvious.
“there’s a dumpster not far from here with a whole load of designer clothes
in them,” there was a magical glint in his eyes.
“that’s why i brought these garbage bags. my friend says they’re all perfectly
good, but some have paint on them.”