CHAPTER 28
Lary watches Roger play Chopin’s Fifth, looking around his home in dismay. The living room is in total chaos. Half a pizza sprawls on the coffee table. Empty Heineken bottles on the floor fight for space with magazines and newspapers. It has been a month since she returned from Vallarta with Becks in toe, still blathering on about “grapefruit juice.”
“When’s your lovely wife coming back?” She tries to keep the anger from her voice.
“When her brother recovers from his operation, I guess.”
“Her brother? Brit said she is an only child.”
“Apparently she has several brothers. I have a proposition for you.”
Lary jumps up to collect the bottles and pizza. “What’s that?”
“I want to employ you, if I may, to mark papers for me.” His chubby fingers fly up and down the keyboard.
“Wh
