Chapter 43
“Who’s Sully?” Marie asked.
“A gossip jockey on St. Lucia,” I answered.
“You didn’t tell her about that?”
“I haven’t had the courage to tell anyone.”
Marie sat up straighter and jammed her fists into her hips. “Okay, there are too many secrets here. I want to know everything.” Marie looked from me, to Car, and back to me.
I took a deep breath. “I’ll get the clippings.”
* * * *
It only took Marie a couple minutes to read Sully’s columns.
“Damn, girlfriend. Now I’ve got to see that bathing suit.”
“Right here.” I pushed the pile of string to her.
“Right where?”
I pointed to the pile.
“That’s it?”
I nodded.
“No way,” Marie picked up the bathing suit and held out the parts so she could identify them.
“You didn’t wear this!” She looked at Car.
“Yes, she did.”