17At four thirty, just as Kate’s phone beeped, Sasha yelled from the apartment’s front window. “Mom! There’s a monster black limo downstairs. Hurry!”
Kate saw it was Harry on the phone.
“Is that you down there?”
“Your carriage awaits, my lady,” he replied. “Get your fine ass down here and onto my lap.”
As Kate started down the apartment steps, the girls watched, mesmerized, from the front window. A formally dressed chauffeur got out of the car. He looked to be about two meters tall and resembled a recently acquired former power forward from the NBA or possibly an escapee from San Quentin. He opened her door for her and offered his massive black panther paw to help her inside.
“Zeke?” Harry said. “Say hello to Miss Kathryn. Kate, this is Captain Ezekiel Jones.”
Kate smiled up at the b
