“Yes. I heard about that.”
I look at Charlie, and he just grins, leaning back in his chair as if this is great fun. “You’re on your own here, Marni.”
“What does that mean?” I ask.
“This is a test. I want to see how well you pass,” he replies.
“A test of what?”
“Everything I’ve taught you.”
Right. Yes. A test. I should have expected this. I take a deep breath and a bit of my nervousness falls away. I try very hard to ease down in my chair and adopt that submissive attitude that I so often assume when I’m with Charlie. Unfortunately, I can’t turn off my mind, which is going ninety miles an hour in an effort to grasp what’s taking place. I must look frightened, maybe leery of his plans because he asks:
“You have a problem with that?”
“No, sir, not at all.”
“Good.” That signature smil
