“You’re shitting me.”
“No. He is spending this money to make money. Your family is worth fifty times what he has, and he hopes he can cover his losses when he marries your sister.”
“That son of a bitch.” I sat up straight, then remembered where I was and pulled the sheet up again.
“Let us not talk about him anymore,” he said. “The night is short, and your classes are long.”
He was right. And when my sister moved in here, there was no way I’d be able to slip in to visit anymore. We only had a few months left, so we’d better make the most of them.
For the rest of the night, we did exactly that. I left early in the morning with a glow that lit up the road ahead of me all the way back to Boston.
* * * *
Two weeks later, I was examining the musculature of a Siamese cat when my phone vibr
