Chapter Nineteen - Abul
Kathy, expecting to be paraded through the elegant dining room on a leash behind Richie almost shouted for joy when she realized he was heading toward the entrance. Stein must have altered the plan or Richie’s muddled brain forgot it. The doorman and passersby stared at the bizarre couple. Kathy’s cape was still draped over her arm. The silver chain linking her to Richie glinted in the glare of headlights. Richie stumbled, and muttered, and stopped to spit on the sidewalk. The weather had turned colder, and the wind tore at Kathy’s split skirt. She felt it through the thin blouse and against her bare legs.
Abul remained behind the wheel. Richie opened the limo door and entered, giving a hard jerk on the chain, which snapped Kathy’s head forward. She quickly slid
