Chapter Fourteen
“s**t,” Lilly shuddered as Billy Joe Roosevelt, clad in a muscle shirt, jeans, and sandaled feet opened the door. And before Lilly corralled Cora and retreated, he snatched them into the hall. “Madam is waiting,” he said. Then, through a door on the right, he pulled them into an old fashion drawing room and onto a flowered carpet. A hanging candelabrum hung above their heads and a log burning fireplace stood opposite a burgundy curtained window. Not good, not good at all, thought Lilly as Cora stood dumbfounded, and Agatha Schultz extended a hand, ran her knuckles over Cora’s cheek, and shook hands with Lilly. “Well, my dears,” she said in monolog plastic. “You two look nice. Love your red hair, Cora, dear.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.” Cora trembled, and perhaps Lilly quaked in
