I said it was okay.
“I bet,” Pat said. “Where did you say you went to school before?”
“I went to Cathedral Latin.”
“Oh brother, no kidding,” Pat said. “That’s where my brother Joe went. He ended up going to Notre Dame. I went to Rosemont College in Pennsylvania. With one of the Kennedy girls. Yup.”
Rhett got up, looked up the mahogany staircase and said, “There she is.”
Millie was coming down, no, more like floating down the staircase in a long baby-blue gown. Strapless. She couldn’t help but smile as she descended. When she got to the foot of the stairs, she swirled around like in a fashion show.
“Hold it,” her father said. He was looking through the lens of his expensive-looking Kodak. “Again.”
Millie posed again for the camera.
“Say cheez.”
“Cheez,“ Millie said.
One flash. The
