“What?”
“That face.”
“What face?” I ask.
“The one that says you’re going to do something that will get your Visa revoked.”
I step closer. “Tell me.”
She shrugs like it’s minor. “Beer bottle.”
My stomach drops. “Thrown?”
“Yes.”
“Shattered?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Why?” I ask through my teeth.
She studies me and jokes. “Because I was wearing the jersey and you beat up an angry Ukrainian sticking up for your boyfriend.”
“He didn’t beat me up,” Reznik says.
As Aleks says, “Stop saying shit like that, Anna.”
“And security?”
“Was there,” Hildy says from beside me. “But it happened fast.”
Anna leans back slightly.
“It clipped the railing and shattered. I caught enough of it to need stitches.”
I stare at the neat black thread in her skin.
“How many?”
“Six,” she says. “I asked.”
Of course she did. “You’re concussed?”
“No.” She lies.
“You are too.” Hildy scolds her.
“Dizzy?” I continue.
“No.”
“Vision.”
“Clear.” She smirks slightly. “You done with the checklist, doctor?”
I don’t smile, I step closer, and lower my voice. “I should have walked you three out.”
Anna’s expression softens. “No.”
