Chapter 57: OpinionShe couldn’t stay long; Rose never did. We shared breakfast—eggs, crispy bacon, toast, bagels—out in the West Garden with the pool boy. We talked about my newest paperback novel on the shelves, Unlimited Luxuries, and its rising sales. We talked about the lake, Rose’s upcoming trip to Chicago to visit her family, the Navy, the pool boy’s life in Beverly Hills, shopping for purses in Madrid, Rose’s obsession with Andy Warhol, and many other topics that interested the three of us.
Rose sat admiring the pool boy and seemed to adore his brown eyes and dimples and his military cut. If I didn’t know any better, I would have said she had a slight crush on him and wanted to pop away with him and travel the world. She smiled at him far too often, and attempted to seduce him with
