Chapter 5We both slept a little too late the next morning, as I had told Margaux I would meet her for breakfast at nine. Our train to Malaga would leave at noon, and we wanted to have time to re-pack and not have to rush. So when Roberto got off the elevator with me at a quarter after nine, Margaux could see from the dining room as he kissed me and then walked out the door.
“So did you sleep well?” she asked sarcastically.
“Actually, I didn’t get much sleep, but so what? I can sleep on the train.”
“Uh-huh. Well, we’ve taken enough vacations together that I should certainly know you well enough by now and not be surprised. But I’m just curious. Did Jean Claude call you last night?”
“Oh, s**t. I forgot about that. My phone didn’t ring. He was supposed to call me in the evening. I wonder
