HARLEM
I stare at the wash hand basin positioned in front of me, then check my watch after a beat. Fine, yes. I bailed. But it's better than telling The Perfect Ezra Roth that I haven't spoken to my father in about 4 years because he tried marrying me off to someone older than him. Or that I got disowned. Or better yet, that I ran away from home with basically nothing except for my brothers looking out for me (Bless their hearts). He doesn't need to see or hear that part of my life… even though, I'm supposed to offer it to him as payment?
He is so weird, I swear. I check my Apple watch again and it's been 15 minutes since I've been 'in the toilet'. How long does it take to get to another country in the same continent for Christ sakes?
I pour cold water on my face to erase the traces of sleep. I wasn't kidding when I said I didn't get any last night. The jitters are killing me, literally.
