I walked onto the patio to find Justine and Billy sipping wine and engaged in deep discussion. They abruptly stopped when they saw me. As usual, Justine was dressed impeccably; lightweight wool trousers with a matching sweater and a colorful scarf around her neck. I didn"t know what was usual for Billy, but she looked nothing like our first encounter. She"d ditched her dingy dark clothes for a tan knee length skirt, white sweater, and ballet style flats. Her hair had been recently washed and hung in silky black waves down her back. The dark lipstick was gone and so were the glasses…the overall result was that of a pretty young woman, not the obnoxious vagabond I"d met earlier in the day.
usualJustine reached for me and I leaned down and planted a kiss on her cheek. She then waved to the n
