Chapter 7
Rénald’s home was, much to Galen’s surprise, on a residential street not too far from Tulane University. For some reason he had expected it to be fairly remote, or at least well set off from any neighbors.
When he said as much, after his father let him in, Rénald replied, “Now why would I want to sequester myself away from the life of the city? Yes, I can afford to buy a lonely plantation somewhere well away from everything. But I can’t think of a duller life.”
As they talked, Rénald led Galen into a large living room. An Oriental carpet covered much of the parquet floor—two sofas sitting on it, facing each other. A full expanse of windows along one wall looked out on a well-cared for garden behind the house, as did another set of windows in the study.
“Obviously,” Rénald sai
