Looking up, he saw the girl half-open a window on the sixth floor, squeeze through it and walk down the wall to the street.
“The party was a bust,” she explained.
Her voice was flat, thin, a little nasal. He wondered if that was caused by her having walked down the wall. Resistance to gravity must surely have an effect on the nasal passages. She was extraordinarily pale under the streetlights.
“Do you need special shoes to do that?” he asked.
“Do what?” She walked with an easy stride that seemed to cover inordinate Continue reading