“You know I took Izzy shopping once, in London, just one time in secret,” Riva told her. “Frank didn"t like letting her out of his sight, but we stole away anyway. It was such a nice day. We got her hair fixed up, some new clothes, had coffee. We could do that, you and I.”
“Is that the payment I get for being your w***e?” Rachel sipped gingerly at her drink. She had to keep a level head.
“That"s not how it"s going to work.” Riva paused, whirling the brandy around in her glass. “That should have never have happened with Izzy; it was Frank"s doing, not ours.”
Headlights lit up the curtains. Riva"s head lashed around. She took their glasses, returning them to the bar as the front door opened. It was slammed shut. Both women jumped.
“Pinky,” Riva called. Her confidence was wavering. She lo
