I had been standing there for about fifteen minutes when a pretty young woman walked up to me. She was almost as tall as I was and had beautiful blond hair. I was near the bar, watching the crowd and sipping my scotch. Car was talking to three people across the deck.
“Hi,” she said, holding out her hand. “I’m Lisa.”
“Chris,” I said, shaking her hand.
“You’re with Car, aren’t you?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“A lot of people have been commenting about it. We haven’t seen her this happy in a long time. You must be treating her well.”
“I try. She treats me well.”
She looked the length of my body, up and down. “So I see.” I had worn a neon green chemise with the tight white suit and three-inch white sandals.
Then she glanced over to where Car was talking with her friends.
“It’s nice to see her
