Akara nods. “You’re quitting security, aren’t you?” “Yeah,” I say. “I’m quitting. I need to finish my residency.” And before they ask, I add, “Not for my father, but for me.” I first look at Donnelly. His lips slowly lift, unlit cigarette in his mouth. “We’re getting our Meredith back.” He slow-claps. I smile. “Man, you know I’m a Christina.”
