Chapter Eleven
Lena settled herself across the bed, her back against the wall, and balanced the plate Mickey placed in her lap. Mickey poured wine for Lena and twisted the cap off a bottle of beer for herself. With the absence of a chair, Mickey slid up on the bedspread beside Lena and took a long swallow. “How many years have you and Roger known each other?”
Lena was hungrily attacking the second sandwich and spoke between mouthfuls. “We’ve been married for eleven years but met before, in university. You married?”
“Tried it once, but this crazy lifestyle isn’t conducive to long term commitments. We only lasted four years.”
“What happened?”
“The usual. Dale had his own contracting business. I was away, on assignment in the Gulf of Mexico, and he was working on some woman’s house. He w
