I call Hanny’s dealer ‘Copernicus,’ because I don’t want to know his real name; it makes me feel clever; and everyone likes a good code name. I pretend I’m colder than I am, and bury my hands into the pouch of my hoodie, bounce on my toes and breathe heavy enough for Hanny to see my breath.
“He’ll be here.”
Maybe Hanny‘s a pre-cog or maybe I’m just that transparent. I rest a…