Chapter 21
"Do you know David Astwell? That was you I saw having dinner with him on Friday night?"
I was accosted by Anastasia at the end of our Monday morning lecture.
"He’s an old family friend," I told her. "He knows my uncle."
"Does he?" Raised eyebrows indicated her cynicism, alongside a clear reluctance to believe me. "Who’s your uncle?"
"Gerard Gordon," I told her. I didn’t have to add: "the composer" because there was recognition in her eyes.
"Oh." She studied me for a few moments. "Some of us are going out this week for my birthday." She mentioned a super exclusive nightclub. "Why don’t you come? Bring David."
Anastasia was so transparently using me to get access to my famous "family friend" that I should have had the self-respect just to tell her to shove it. Instead, I fo
