With Nova on the seat, I cycle my bike to the rental where the Halloween store used to be. We stand outside in the dark, peering in. Nova’s impressed but doubtful if we could get away with a fight club off a busy highway.
“I have a plan,” I reply confidently.
We circle behind the building, and there’s a warehouse attached to the storefront. We could host the club in the back and have a fake store in the front.
“A store that no one wants to shop in,” she adds. “But where are you going to get the money?”
I smile. “I have some cash.” After class, I made a call and found out that I have enough money to rent the space for a month. “We’ll hang up signs that say ‘coming soon’ while we host the club in the back to see if we can get it going.”
A delighted Nova nods. “I like where this is going,” she smiles, “Straight to the bank. And Astrid, never tell anyone that I used that line to get into that nasty Pit. It really is a pit now.”
We slap palms, which is as good as shaking on it. “I won’t tell. Oh, one more thing.” I grin. “I always thought of us as peanut butter and jelly.”