CHAPTER 64
“So, your divorce is final-final.” Lary sips on her champagne, winking at Pumpkin snuggled into Stan on the sofa. “The Brit Nitwit is truly no longer.”
Roger tinkles the ivories in a blinding flowered shirt. He plays a riotous pub melody. “It is indeed.”
His deep Caribbean tan glows in the late afternoon darkness outside the bay windows. “The Brit Nitwit a.k.a. the Trophy Wife and I are no longer wed, nor coupled, nor linked, nor knotted in matrimony.” His fingers race up and down the keyboard like a mad fiend.
“And now, you’re a single man about to set out on a great new adventure, embracing the single life.” Pumpkin jumps up to give him a big hug. “And enjoy all of its pleasures, a free man at last.”
“Not exactly, Penelope Belle.” Everyone including Pumpkin has forgotten
