“What you want with Scotty?” Mioko asked.

“Nothing,” Sprite said, looking away. “Who’s Scotty?”

“You no lie to me,” Mioko said. “I’m not that old. I remember.” She jabbed her finger at her temple repeatedly.

“Fine, fine, you remember,” Sprite said, pulling the old woman’s finger away from her head before she hurt herself. “I can’t pull one over on you. I need to talk to him, that’s all.”

“When people say they need talk and that’s all, it’s never all.”

Sprite nodded, scanning the crowd for anyone out of the ordinary then back to Scotty. Everything still seemed fine.