She sticks her wrists out. “Wanna cuff me and take me downtown?” “No, but will you step out here in the hall so we can talk? Just five minutes?” “I’m, like, super busy. You have no idea. Sorry.” I lean in. “But, Francesca, I want to see you. Your whole person. Without you and Mr. Darden yelling back and forth. Without the toboggan and glasses you had on at Café Lazzo.” My voice lowers. “And without the mask, Princess Bride.”
