Chapter 20

My date with Larry was a bit boring and uninspiring; there’s no point in me talking about it. He scheduled a new appointment for two weeks later, because he would be traveling to a conference and wouldn’t be able to see me, and he listened with fascination to my ideas about the “new werewolf novel” I planned to write. Nothing he said helped me feel better about myself or my circumstances.

Honestly, it was because he didn’t tell me anything.

I mentioned to him very casually that I had met someone who was in a difficult situation (and in a few words I told him what was happening with Ivan and the children, disguised as a neighbor who had recently arrived), and Larry saw nothing wrong with it. It wasn’t bad that I gave them a hand, as I had already suspected. He didn’t even know where I lived or how impossible it was for me to interact with potential neighbors, and all of that played a role. He told me it would be a really good socializing experience if I offered him a litt