CHAPTER 32
“I’m telling you, she’s positively delightful.”
Delightful wasn’t the word Roger would have chosen for their new guest, but he grunted at the appropriate times as Juliette flitted around the kitchen, taking down at least twice as many ingredients from the cupboards as she actually put into the pan. A dash of this, a pinch of that. Chocolate powder smudged one of her cheeks right below her glasses frames.
“So things went well?” Roger leaned against the countertop, thankful for the chance to stretch his legs after a ten-hour day behind his desk.
For the past several weeks, Juliette had answered Roger’s questions in monosyllables. Now, she wouldn’t stop jabbering. “Well, she slept in pretty late, but I finally brought her breakfast around eleven. We had a little — just a minute
