imagined.
âYou look different,â she said. âDid you cut your hair?â
âMaybe,â I said. âIt could just be the light.â I hadnât expected her to recognize me. What was that about?
âIâm gonna get a drink,â she said sprightly. âWhy donât you move to the table in the shade?â
Such a simple solution! I slid across the room to the opposite booth. She didnât sound Canadian, I thought. At least not yet.
When she came back to the table, holding something mixed in a highball glass (was a Tom Collins yellow? I couldnât remember) and another pint for me, I finally managed a decent look at her. Her cheekbones were what I expected; her left arm was ensnared in what looked like a dozen fluorescent club wristbands, there was an ADMIT ONE stamp fading on her right hand, and her eyes were dancing. But she looked young. High-school young, and breakable, tooâthere was a purplish bruise on her left knee and a tic-tac-toe board of red scrapes on her right. Her mouth was twisted into something like a grin, and I realized she was as nervous as I was.
âNo,â she said, putting the drinks down. âYou look really different. Maybe itâs the daylight. Maybe youâre like Batman!â She giggled and squeezed a lemon wedge into her drink. âIâve never known a superhero before.â
She fumbled in her bag for a moment and came up with a bruised pack of Parliaments. âElsie lets me smoke in here before six as long as Iâm quick about it.â She exhaled right in my face. âDo you want one?â
âI donât smoke,â I said before I could catch myself.
There was a pause as she scanned my eyes for the joke, and then she burst out laughing. âOkaaaaay!â
She smoked wellâtoo well, probably, for someone so young. But she had a real flair about it, letting her wrist flounce about just so as she inhaled, flicking the ash without ever looking to see where it was falling. Still, it wasnât what I expected. Miss Misery was slick, in control, alluring, and impossible. Cath Kennedy had a nervous laugh and a tendency to play with her hair. She was just a kid, and I was about to confuse the living Christ out of her.
âSo,â I said.
âSo,â she said. And clinked her ice cubes. âI was thinking a lot today about what we talked about the other night.â
âOh?â
âYeah. I was. And I think Iâve decided that I was right.â She took a drink and stared at me.
âOK.â
âYou donât remember what we were talking about?â
âNot really. Um. Iâm sorry.â Why was I apologizing?
âMan, that must have been better coke than I thought. We were talking about that movie, with Jim Carrey. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. The end of it. Remember?â
âYeah,â I said. âI remember that movie.â
âDo you remember what the last line is? After Kate Winslet hears the tape of him complaining about her and she runs out of the apartment and says all this stuff about how itâs pointless because theyâre just going to drive each other crazy and everythingâs going to end badly? What he says next?â
I took a drink of my beer. Someone at the bar was handing the bartender what seemed to be a wind chime. It tinkled lazily until the killer hushed it with her palm. âI do remember, yeah.â
âHe saysââ
ââOK.ââ
âExactly!â She stubbed out her cigarette. âAnd you think that he meantââ
âHe meant OK, like, âOK, Iâm aware of that. But itâs worth it. Letâs give it another shot.â Like, âSome things are inevitable and meant to be.ââ
She snorted. âBut why would he say that? They just found out that everything that they feel about each other is a lieâthat everything is doomed to repeat itself and be