Page 7 of Every Breath

So I keep it simple, telling her all about Dyami’s Valentine card exchange and about the one card he refused to show Nana or me. I do my best not to mention Benny at all except that he’s missing Valentine’s day because of work in Colorado.

If I was looking for Harlow to show me some sign when I talk about Benny—a blink of an eye or a nervous tic—she doesn’t show any. Either she really doesn’t know what’s going on or she’s good.

“Did you know I met Benny here… well, the Albuquerque location, that is,” I say. “We were so excited when we read the announcement that they were opening another location here. They have one in Santa Fe but nothing beats this location.”

“I hear their Poetry Slam night is packed.”

I nod. “Yes, it is. They have some real good poets around here.”

“Does Benny do poetry?” Harlow asks.

I think for a few moments. “Not really. Not seriously, but he tries. We come here to listen to the poets and, of course, enjoy the coffee.”

“They do serve good coffee,” Harlow says, signaling for the check. I should have caught it but I didn’t, too intent on trying to catch her reveal something. While someone busses the tables, you don’t signal for the check at the Zia Moon. They don’t even take your order at your table like Maura did earlier. You paid for your order first.

I open my mouth to ask Harlow what she’s doing but Maura arrives at the table and sets a small tray that holds a red card. I look at Harlow accusingly but it’s no use. She’s now wearing a Cheshire Cat grin.

“Open it,” she says innocently as I pick up the envelope and tear it open.

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