Marlene Olin

Hocus-Pocus

Hocus-Pocus

He points an index finger in her face. "The house will be a great investment," says Dex. "Every penny we put in we'll get out. Beatrice looks at him. Blinks. It's Saturday morning. They're sitting in the coffee shop, eating bagels, sipping coffee. A block around the corner is the supermarket. Two blocks over is the dry cleaner. Beatrice could walk the neighborhood blindfolded. A map of every street and avenue is sketched in her brain.