About an hour after I was dressed, we left for a restaurant in West Palm Beach. This was not one of the eateries that we had visited in the past, but I must say that it was as good. Mrs. Madison knows her restaurants. As we were sitting and sharing a bottle of wine, a thought crossed my mind. What if, sometime in the future, Emily learned of the s****l activity I had been having with her mother. How would that affect our relationship? I did not want to even imagine what the consequences would be from the fallout. Although Mrs. Madison is twenty-two years older than Emily, they could pass for sisters.
I informed Mrs. Madison that the next day I wanted to begin looking for furniture for my apartment. She volunteered to go with me. I accepted her assistance. I knew little or nothing about b
