I took Olaf’s letter out of my back pocket and handed it to him. He read it while I watched his face. Nothing moved but his eyes. He had no reaction. “He’s a good man at your back, Anita.” “You’re not suggesting I date Olaf?” He almost laughed. “No, fuck no. Stay as far away from him as you can. If he comes to St. Louis, kill him. Don’t wait for him to deserve it. Just do it.”
