“The two of them are turning into little businessmen,” I said. “They’ve already had to hire employees to help them.”
“Good for them,” Julien said.
WE GAVE JULIEN the fifty-cent tour of the house, winding up at the pool. Steve caught up with us as we were leaving the pool house. Lance, as usual, was following Steve.
“Do I have time to use the pool a while before dinner?” Steve said. “The shower wasn’t cold enough.”
“Knock yourself out,” Philip said. “If Lancelot jumps in the pool with you, you know the drill.”
“Lots of soap and water to get the chlorine out of his fur, followed by a rubdown with plenty of towels,” he said.
“That’s the one,” I said.
Because we had company, dinner was served in the dining room. Earlier small talk had revealed that Julien was fond of good wine, so I’d s
