19.
THE SAME EVENING, THE SECOND of November, 2017, the Four Seasons Hotel, bringing two dark-colored drinks with ice in them, Eleanor sat down in Lyn’s chair. When Will didn’t notice her presence, she nudged him. It startled him. He turned to her.
“That’s a Black Russian,” she said, pointing to the drink. “Much better than coffee after dinner. It may perk you up a bit. You’re looking a little down.”
Feeling woozy the minute before, now his spirits rose after he took a drink, a smooth coffee taste, sweet. “It’s good,” he said.
“Where’d Ms. Larkin go?”
“The restroom, I think. Or maybe she went home. I don’t know.”
The past hour swirled in his mind, but he didn’t want to remember it. Maybe he could make himself believe it’d never happened. A waiter put desserts on the table, orange sau
