“I don’t know what to do with the rest of the day,” I said. “I’ll go home, and then what. What do I do with all that time ahead of me. But there’s also not enough time. For what, I don’t know.” “It’s simple,” Lise said. “You find the people you love and follow them to the ends of the earth. Nothing else matters.” “But what if they turn around and spit at me. What if they make the kind of gesture people make at stray dogs.” I remembered Masterson at his window. “Like they’re wiping the dog off the face of the earth.”
