Page 106 of Ewan

But why not?

Sammy said he was a mobster.

And now he’s on TV?

So, which one is it? Is he a mobster? Or is he a businessman?

He can be both.

Ugh.

I’m getting angry.

My nosy neighbor knows more about him and has seen more of him than me?

Is it possible that he just rolled down the road this morning?

If this is his usual route, yes.

If not, was he checking on me?

It wouldn’t surprise me.

He likes to stalk me.

At least, he liked doing that at some point.

“Okay. All right. It doesn’t matter. Have you caught his last name, by any chance?”

Her eyebrows move up, and her eyeglasses threaten to fall off her nose.

“Did the TV host say who he was?” I ask again.

She brushes me off with a dismissive gesture.

“You don’t know his name?”

“That’s not what I have said. I want to make sure it is the same guy.”

She looks at me suspiciously.

“Have you two broken up or something?”

“What makes you say that?”

A slow smile stretches across her paper-thin lips.

“Everything?”

I gesture at her in annoyance.

“It’s nothing like that. We’re not, you know…”

She’s waiting while I can’t find my words.

“Sleeping with each other?” she offers.

“Together,” I set the record straight.

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