Chapter 14
It’s Tuesday when I see Leila again. 171 days left. Vivian’s words have been spinning around and around in my head. Judging by the number of pictures Leila has sent me over the weekend, she must have made a good dent in one of those bottles of Scotch already.
When she sits in front of me, however, she looks fresh as a daisy, her usual makeup applied.
“I promise I won’t stay as long this time,” she says. “Although I do still miss that heavenly bed.”
My first thought is that I should send her a new mattress and sheets, but I quickly realize that would be a bit much as far as gestures go.
“How was your weekend?” she asks.
“Fine. Nothing unusual happened.” I don’t tell her that my workouts with Ramona had an entirely different dimension to them because I now have the prospect
