I stopped the car near the apartment building and turned the engine off. Rain was coming down harder now, not a storm, but fast enough to soak you if you stood still too long. Minne pulled her hood up, and I did the same before stepping out. I locked the car and followed her to the entrance, the sound of rain tapping against concrete filling the street.
She pushed the door open, and we headed inside. The building was old enough that there were no elevators, just a narrow stairwell that smelled faintly of cleaning solution and damp air. We started climbing.
"So," I said as we reached the first landing, "did you tell your mother that Guy isn't… around anymore?"
"I already did," she replied. "And I told her about you. She approves."
"That fast?" I asked. "She didn't approve of Guy?"
"No one approves of Guy," she said sharply, the edge in her voice unmistakable. "No one."
