“Hey, Tootie?” I ask so that she stops and turns to look at me. “Do you know an Asher Wells?” Brilliant, Ledger. Ask an eight-year-old about her. “Why?” She narrows her eyes at me. “It’s a long story.” I give her a half-smile while feeling like an idiot. “I was just wondering if you did.” Tootie angles her head to the side as she thinks. “The purple lady?” “Lavender?” “Same thing.” She rolls her eyes. “Yep. I know her.”
