Chapter Eleven
I bury myself in work for two days, trying not to think of Pierre, which is absolutely impossible. The evening of my third day of exile—which is how I view my time away from him—I get a call from Sandra, a friend I haven’t seen in months, at least since I’ve been with Pierre. Ordinarily, I might be excited to see her, since I’d love to share my new relationship with her, but things are so edgy now, I’m not sure I even want to mention it.
Still, Sandra’s upbeat voice manages to rouse my spirits enough to accept her dinner invitation.
We meet downtown in a quiet bistro that serves French cuisine. She’s a sexy woman—svelte, sure of herself with a lush, throaty voice and full of interesting stories to tell. The best this time is about two sailors that picked her up one Satu
