Chapter 25
SUZANNE HAD A CUSTOM outdoor fireplace and stone-cooking hearth
built prior to her moving into the downtown townhouse for the purpose of
entertaining future clients and party guests. I guess I would now constitute
both a future client and party guest, even if the party is slightly spoiled. We
do, however have eggs and sausage cooking in a black skillet over a roaring
fire made from dry pinewood logs.
While Suzanne cooks, Roger and I sit across from one another
at a black metal table that’s shielded from the warm morning sun by a big
umbrella. The burly, macho writer has managed to stop crying for now and pull
himself together.
“Truth is, Moonlight,” he says, while sipping on a very red
and very large Bloody Mary, “Sissy and I didn’t have much of a marriage. None,
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