A tall, brown-haired, dimple-cheeked, and muscular young man answered Faye’s door at her condominium in Leafdale. He introduced himself as Jason Green.
“Mr. Avery, I’ve heard a lot about you. Is it true that you helped get me this job?”
I didn’t deny helping him get the job with Faye. Nor did I brag about helping Faye. I simply said, “You’re welcome.”
“Breakfast is served on the veranda. Follow me, if you would please.”
I followed him through the condo and to the rear patio. The view became a picture perfect postcard of lake water and summertime trees. Jason told me to please have a seat at the two-person table. I humbly agreed, noticing the two place settings.
In a matter of seconds, Jason poured me coffee. “Ms. Vesda will be with you in a moment.”
“Of course.” I lifted the coffee c
