Chapter Seven
Forbidden Fruit and Submission
We ate a combination lunch and dinner in Dayfield, a little place where they served Greek. Maddy attacked her food; a messy, dripping monstrosity of a gyro while Julia got the more genteel paidakia. Warren and I contented ourselves with dolmas and a fish dish of lavraki. On the way back no one said anything about playing that night and I was relieved. I was at my physical limits since going virtually non-stop after Warren had shoved me into his car. So when Maddy pointed to a separate bedroom and kissed me goodnight I didn’t argue. But instead of going to her room Maddy strode to Warren’s and Julia’s. Warren exited and headed to Maddy’s with a laptop and folder of documents under an arm. “I have to go over the escrow conditions,” he said. His
