You think Sherman is right about Janus. She laughs too hard and she wears too much perfume. But that night you were certain your secret would be revealed, your mask would be undone.
You try to calm your emotions down. You tell yourself that it was a while ago. It's long forgotten.
As you take your next step you feel a pang of hunger rise in your stomach. You hope you can find something soon.
You feel a rain drop fall on your upper lip and your tongue quickly slips out to take in the moisture in as if it were a banquet.
The moon is bright.
You think about the last time you were in the park.
