And I suspected that’s exactly what I’d see so I was gone before she was awake. I grabbed my gym bag, a garment bag that had a dry-cleaned suit in it and tossed a clean pair of jeans into my bag, a pair of dress shoes, and headed out.
** ** **
I called the house at around 10:30, “What’s she doing?” I asked Rosita.
I was waiting at one of our coffee shops on someone and that someone was late. Not impressed. I glanced at my watch and tapped my food impatiently.
“She’s not so good. She’s been crying. You really need to be gentler, give her time to---”
“I didn’t ask how she’s doing, I asked what she’s doing,” I snapped.
I could almost hear the disapproval through the dead air.
“Mind your own f*****g business, Rosita; what’s she doing?”
“She’s watching television in your bedroom. I jus
