“What does Mason do?”
I figure that’s the only way to find out—I have to ask Eve straight out. Mason disappears for long periods during the weekdays, I know that, but I don’t have a clue where he goes or what he might be hoping for out there in the world.
“He’s trying to get his job back at the Field Musuem,” Eve says.
“That’s not quite an answer,” I say. “But okay.”
“He drives to the museum, parks in the parking lot, and uses his old staff ID to let himself in. He’s still technically a research associate, so he has the right to use their collections.”
“Are they likely to pay him for that anytime soon?”
“He says the museum administration has other priorities,” Eve says. “Like keeping the lights on.”
“So what are you guys going to do for money?” I hate to ask, but it seems weirder not to.
“I reckon we’ll be sponging off of you and Levi for the rest of our lives,” Eve says. “That okay with you?”
I reach over and squeeze her hand. “You know it is.”
Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.