Chapter 7
Jo’s mother came up to her room late that night, after the rest of the guests have gone to sleep. Jo considered keeping the door closed, or asking Simon to chase her off, but she thought better of it. Maybe Tom’s words had gotten through to her. Maybe Nathalie was willing to re-think her hatred, at least a little bit.
Nathalie tossed her dark hair over her shoulder and sat primly on the edge of Jo’s couch. “I half expected you to be up here with some floozy.” She spoke French, her native language and the language they’d always spoken at home.
“Believe it or not, I don’t have much s*x at all. And being around here, and around so many people with so much concern for my soul, doesn’t exactly fire up the old motor.” Jo sat on a chair and crossed her ankles underneath it. There was
