Chapter Thirty-Nine
Farewell Celebration, Silverstone Manor, Golden Gate Park
They had gone upstairs. Together. Lu was ready for a nap. Now her drowsiness fled. He stopped her in front of one of the huge gilt-framed mirrors lining her bedroom wall. “Quite beautiful,” he nuzzled into her neck. Both hands busy in front. He pressed into her from behind. “I am so happy. Restored, really.” He winked. The reek of s*x filled the room. “Walter got lucky, I see,” his eyes cast toward the torn up bed. He had heard her song at sunrise.
“I want to show you my storerooms at Silverstone before I let it go. Can you even imagine?” She could not. “I can help you give this whole place the look of the historic home it once was. They are full of paintings, carpets, chandeliers. The type of furnishings you
