After being lectured by Kathleen Denver for two hours, paying for a very expensive dinner with a lot of wine - yes, I put her in a cab that I also paid for, of course - I was ready for another scolding for me here at home.
When the elevator doors parted for me, showing me the empty penthouse where only a small fixture of light in the kitchen was still on, the rest of the open floor plan was only lit by the pink and orange sunset. Putting my things down where I usually did, I kept the cheesecake in the plastic container firmly planted in my hand, hoping to use it as a defense means to make sure she wouldn’t kill me or something to that order.
Kathleen had told me a lot about Lydia, apparently not thinking we should have any secrets between us, although she reassured me that if I asked Lyd
