And it was hard to say later how any moment this ghastly could possibly become a routine, but he knew no on else in the city, and she knew where Lilia was. He waited for her every night after that in the all-night coffee house on the corner of St.-Laurent and Prince Arthur Boulevards, drinking coffee by the window and watching for her shape, for the platform boot emerging from the cab or the narrow figure walking slowly up the hill. She came in exhausted but strangely bright, sometimes feverish, glassy-eyed.

(pg. 149, Last Night in Montreal by Emily St. John Mandel)

I’ll be starting this one later today, so this is truly a random excerpt. I don’t even know who “she” is, but I love the detail in the writing.

Teaser Tuesdays is hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Play along. The rules are easy and I only cheated a little. Grab your current read, open to a random page, and give us two teaser sentences. Remember, no spoilers.

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