CHAPTER 58
“Santa Domingo. You’re off to Santa Domingo?” Lary stares at Roger peacefully playing a Welsh ditty. A half-filled champagne flute rests on top of his baby grand.
“Yes, Hill, I am indeed off to Santa Domingo in the Dominican Republic in a couple of weeks from now.”
He takes a moment to sip on his drink. “The soap opera is finally over. Brit has begged me for a quickie divorce. She’s in love with her drummer, apparently.” He grins at her, “I am well and truly blessed. I knew if I waited her out, this would happen.”
Lary helps herself to the plate of Brie and crackers on top of the piano. “Wow! I’m so thrilled for you. But what about alimony and all that? I know a good lawyer haha.”
He jumps up to refill both their glasses and clinks a toast. “She’s making millions on her rec
