14At 9:00 Friday morning, the Bilsons were still in bed, Ira on his laptop, and Darcy just waking up.
“Lovey, what would you like to do for breakfast? Shall we go back to the Café de la Place? I thought the croissants were impeccable, as the French say!”
“Ira, must you torture me with your bad French accent?”
“Sorry.” He leaned over and kissed the dragon tattoo on her shoulder. “I know you’re upset, and when you’re upset, you lash out.”
“Honestly, Ira, just for once in your life don’t say anything annoying!”
Ira took in an enormous amount of air through his nostrils, performing some yogic breathing in order to calm his nervous system, which irritated Darcy even further, but she managed not to comment.
“That’s odd,” he said, looking at an email.
Darcy flopped over in bed.
“Hmm,” sai
