‘Say, Karla!’ Vinson shouted. ‘I’m damn glad to finally meet you.’ ‘It won’t do any good,’ Karla replied, playing it straight. ‘It . . . it won’t?’ Vinson smiled, already confused. ‘No. Anything you heard is out of date.’ ‘Out of . . . what?’ ‘I reinvented myself.’ Vinson laughed. ‘Oh. Wow. Like, when did this happen?’ ‘It’s happening now,’ Karla said, holding his gaze. ‘Try to keep up.’ My heart stumbled like a drunk dancing. God, I loved her. There was no-one like her.
