Chapter 22
Having watched Pari Malik cross the park and enter Katerina Rivera's bungalow, a throng of reporters converges on the sidewalk. One man boldly stands in Katerina's yard, before her front window, with his hands on his hips. Katerina slams her curtains shut and returns to the dining room table. She and Pari ignore the persistent raps on the door and continue their breakfast. Raphael, pleasantly plump and purring like a motorboat engine, nestles across Pari's lap and occasionally paws at her elbow.
"I feel like taking the garden hose and drenching these creeps," Katerina says, exasperated by yet another knock. "Maybe I will just open my door and scream that they are interrupting us and I am trying to hear the juicy details from your date."
"If you do, then they win," Pari s
