Chapter 8

“Is her house beautiful?” Marie asked.

“Spectacular. There’s a two hundred and seventy degree view from the terrace outside her bedroom on the second floor and you can see all the way into the city.”

“Does she have anyone else working for her?”

“A whole gaggle of them. I know she has a cook, a housekeeper, and a chauffeur. I suspect she has a gardener, too, because the place is beautiful.”

“Damn! Then she must be loaded.”

I didn’t respond.

“Well, if you decide to move, let me know. I love your apartment. I’ll sublet it from you.”

I shook my head, even though she couldn’t see it. “I probably won’t be moving, but I’ll keep you posted.”

“Okay,” Marie sighed. “So I guess a movie is out this week.”

“Yes. If I decide to go to St. Lucia with her…and I emphasize the if…I’ll need to get prepared. I’ll probably need to go out and buy a few clothes.”

“Then if I don’t see you before, have a good time.”

“I haven’t decided to go yet,” I reminded her.