That would garner some attention, wouldn’t it?
What if she doesn’t want to see me?
I very much doubt that’s true. She’ll want to see you.
What if I can’t find the right words to say?
You’ll know exactly what to say when the time comes.
Haley was surprised that it was Snake who answered the
door. She assumed that because she was gone, her bodyguard
would be out of a job. It looked like Claire had found him
something else to do. He grinned so wide at her that she was
filled with happiness at the sight of his hard face and close-
cropped hair. He led them in, her grandma silently marvelling
at Snake’s size by letting out little gasps that weren’t her style
at all.
Claire’s house wasn’t dripping in ornate finishes or glitzy
wealth, but it was still a huge place, and everything cost
money and was high quality, and Haley’s grandma remarked
on it. Claire’s house was so different than her grandparents’
Brooklyn townhouse. The only reason they could afford that
was because they’d bought it ages ago. Now, the property was
worth ten or fifteen times what they’d originally paid. It was a
quiet, humble little townhouse where she’d grown up. Her
grandpa preferred homey décor and comfy furniture, and
everything was worn in from living. It was nothing like
Claire’s house, which screamed opulence and class, and
Haley’s grandma’s little gasps about the size of Snake turned
into gasps about the house.
“I-I came to see Claire,” Haley said to Snake’s retreating
form. She knew he was leading her toward the kitchen. “But if
I could say hi to Jean, that would be great.”
“Miss Finley is in the kitchen.”