“How are you?” “Fine.” “You’re probably not if you’re here. Listen, Louise, here’s one thing I want you to know about me. When I ask ‘how are you,’ I want you to give me the real answer. Not a polite one. So,” she said, closing the door and locking it behind her, “how are you?” “It’s...” I said, kneeling down to let her mini schnauzer sniff me. “Well, it’s a bit of a long story.” “It’s okay. I stay up late,”
