CHAPTER 34
“TELL ME AGAIN why we’re here?” Emmy asked me, speaking Russian because she needed to get the practice in before we left the States.
By “here” she meant the gym at Little Riverley, the other house she shared with her husband, right next door to the gothic monstrosity.
“Tell me again why you have two houses?”
“Riverley’s nice in its own way, but this was the house I always dreamed of. Somewhere without gargoyles. Those ugly little bastards give me the creeps.”
Little Riverley was as bright as Riverley was gloomy. White walls, floor-to-ceiling windows, skylights, and a huge glass-roofed pool at the back designed to look like a jungle watering hole as opposed to a simple rectangular lap pool. It even had a waterfall at one end. When Emmy showed me around, I did a double take a
