Chapter Eleven
Unfinished Business
“Your boyfriend is gone, Sally Kettering,” Mr. Sun announced to me when he saw me next.
“He was never a boyfriend,” I returned looking up at him.
It was two days after Tony left. I was sitting in the sunshine by the window, embroidering a handkerchief, mindlessly engaged in my work.
“And how was his time with you?” he asked me.
I put my handwork down, taking a deep breath as the thought came to me. “I don’t think his revenge was as good as he expected it would be.”
The master nodded. “It rarely is.”
I was struck by his comment, reminded that my presence in his house was the product of his revenge. “And is your revenge satisfying?” I asked.
“I think of your stay with me as appropriate, not revenge at all.”
“And if I disagree?”
“You keep it to
