The car ride was the same, all the way back to her brownstone at 64th and Madison.
“You don’t need to see me in,” Serena said from the sidewalk.
“Serena, I did you a favor tonight,” he said.
She spun around. “Fine, Jimmy McSwain. You want to do me another favor?”
“Which is what?”
“Take me upstairs and f**k me.”
Jimmy wondered then just how much she’d had to drink. “You know that’s not possible.”
“Why? You wouldn’t be the first homo I had or the second.”
With that she stormed up the steps and slammed the door. He heard the dramatic turn of the lock. He stood on the first step for several seconds, trying to absorb what had just happened, what she’d said. Had Serena known about Henderson and Robbie? If so, did she not care that they were lovers? Had she seen them as a challenge? He be
