Chapter 41: Margo Confesses
The Waterfall
9:09 A.M.
“Here is the remaining amount of money I owe you,” Margo Pagino said. “I’ve also given you a copy of my latest paperback, which I signed on the title page.” She looked melancholic with unrested eyes and no energy. Her face turned pale, and the real pearls around her neck looked too tight. She tried to smile at me but couldn’t, which told me that she could have been upset with her life at the moment, or over what she had in mind to discuss with me.
The Waterfall created an uppity and expensive adventure for one’s taste buds. I honestly couldn’t afford the place, but Margo could, dozens of times over. How could I not be pleased that Margo claimed the tab, calling our meeting “business”? Ruby-colored draperies hung from the walls, all of
