WHEN CHEF PAUL LEFT to do the dishes and start prepping for dinner, Brita leaned her elbows on the table and looked at Nita. “Okay, tell me about this Max guy. What’s going on?” With a quick glance toward Heathcliffe, she added, “Everything. Start from the marriage.”
Nita sighed, torn between two emotions. On the one hand she was happy to finally be able to talk about it with somebody who might be able to help. On the other hand, she knew it would do no good. The result was always the same.
But she really had no choice. She would go over it all again.
“It really starts before that. I believed that Maxwell Klein and I met accidentally. He literally bumped into me at a farmer’s market and was very charming and apologetic as he helped me pick up the oranges he’d knocked out of my hands. We
