“I wonder if you could page my friend, Flavia Malinverno. She’s somewhere in here and I can’t find her. Flavia Malinverno.”
“Certainly, sir. And you are Mister—?”
“I’m—” he paused, thought fast. “Just tell her it’s Milo. Tell her Milo’s here.”
He heard his new name—his old name—echo out among the bright shops and bars, the cafeterias and the burger franchises. She would hear it, he knew, and she would come; in fact he could see 1 her in his mind’s eye, looking up from whatever she was doing and smiling, and she would walk through the parting crowd towards him with her long, leggy stride, her easy grace, the light catching the restless iridescence of her hair, her smile widening, her keen eyes shining, as she sauntered through the shifting, parting crowd towards him—Milo.
THE END
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20