42Thursday Harry called Sasha. “I’m stuck in L.A. tonight, sweetheart,” Harry told her. “But tomorrow I’ll take you out for a special supper.”
“Actually, Harry, I’m planning to go away with some friends after school lets out.”
“A date?”
“Yes. For the weekend. Mom said it was okay.”
“A date with?”
“Just Cassie and another girl and some guys.”
“Not Penny?”
“She has other plans,” she said.
“You’re leaving directly after school?”
“Yes. We’ll be back really late Sunday.”
Harry possessed the light speed reactions of an international financial trader. So he said absolutely nothing.
Harry’s Hill Financial jet landed at the San Francisco airport at eleven a.m. Friday morning. After stopping by his office for an hour, he arrived at his new house at one thirty, and went upstairs to shower
