Chapter Twelve
Pigalle, Paris
After His Lordship divorced her, she moved to Paris. Back to their old apartment neighborhood. Her parents had not welcomed the thought of her presence, five children in tow. They blamed her for the divorce. This would always be their default. The girls in Paris did welcome her. She became a part of their tribe. The whores and street walkers and s*x club workers.
The seventies were grand years to be in Paris. Small apartments in Pigalle still went for a song. It was a colorful way to live. The red-light district.
His Lordship had always said he had gone too easy on her. That she hadn’t kept him satisfied. What a fool he was. She knew that wasn’t true.
The sensations and sounds of their marriage would stay with her. A sudden unheeded thought, hot and liqui
