Chapter 44: Sofa-JumperTacoma slept half the day away, mothering his hangover. I spent hours working on The Next Fall. Katz hung out at the pool sunbathing and swimming; the pool boy’s replacement for the day. How upsetting. How wrong. How distasteful.
Eventually Tacoma came to life around three in the afternoon and I ordered subs, salads, and drinks from a local eatery who delivered the spread to the estate. The three of us ate the meal down by the pool.
Following the late lunch, the two young men swam and wrestled in the water for hours. I sat and watched them, enjoying their fun.
Truth told, I could have exploded on Katz because of his rude behavior from the night before, but didn’t. Why bother when his visit was so short and he was leaving the estate the next day? I was very much aw
