And Sometimes I Wonder About You (Leonid McGill, #5)

by Walter Mosley

‘Sometimes I think that everybody in the world is crazy,’ ” I said, quoting myself, “ ‘except for me and you—and sometimes I wonder about you.’

Life was like a rat’s maze tended by some insane god that tortured and shepherded us for some reason he (or maybe she) could no longer remember.

There had been many times in my life that I’d come across just the right woman at the wrong time, but it was rare that I chanced upon the perfect wrong woman at just the right moment.

What could I say? The only way to get Katrina on her feet again was for her to be enveloped in the euphoria of love. I wondered if any hospital had ever used love therapy to cure their depressives and other psychosomatic sufferers.

I tore the envelope open and counted the cash, twice, because when I was a child my father taught me that you could never trust the rich.