Chapter Seventeen
Star Chamber
We scurried out to the car. I sat on a small, pullout seat facing the back seat. Mrs. Roman commanded, “Wait here. I’ll be right back.” She walked elegantly back into the house. About five minutes later she promenaded back wearing a fur coat. Martin hopped out and held the car door open for her.
“That’s Honey’s,” I observed.
“Not anymore.” She relaxed on the back seat, and Martin closed the door.
When Martin pulled away, I noticed that a tinted glass panel separated us from Martin. Mrs. Roman flashed each photo and had me recite as much information as I could about each person. “If you fail this interview,” she frowned, “I will mete out the one punishment you can’t stand: I’ll abandon you.”
“I will pass the interview. I have to! And you’ve helped me so
