What are we drinking, anyway?”“Don’t you want to guess?”“Oh hell no. You and Kathryn keep having your fun, and I’ll keep stealing an extra...glass while your eyes are closed and your backs are turned. I’ll be satisfied with you telling me what it is.”As Sunday made all too clear, his hyperactive brain’s automatic translation of innocuous sentences into either innuendo or pointed commentary was unavoidable. But because he was prepared for it this time, Luke didn’t even suffer a twitch from the. She’d look her best for her rigidly scheduled “surprise drop-in” on the tour group around lunchtime.The large oak door to the study groaned open and Jeanne, her pretty, blonde personal maid, wheeled in La Contessa’s breakfast trolley. Beneath a silver lid on the tray atop the cart were two still-steaming croissants from the kitchen, and the cart had a small power supply that one of the several various single-serving hot-beverage-making machines atop it could be plugged into; a necessity borne. I stayed in Janet's apartmentand gradually learned that I was considered MIA by my job, my ex-wife,my broker - everyone who knew me. Janet told me nobody would believe meand she's probably correct. In the back of my mind, I thought thatsince she was my sole heir, she stood to gain the most if I weredeclared deceased, but I figured she'd just give me the money she'dinherit.I thought I was slowly going crazy in that apartment. Watching soaps,reading her magazines - I tried to read academic. I couldn't believe how close we all have gotten in such an amazingly short time. I guess this is the way they do it here in America.We all decide to let each other use our clothes and everything. This is going to be just like things were with Amanda and my other best friends in France.We all get out our clothes and try to work on what to wear. Charlotte has decided on a cute black skirt (mine), and a white corset tube top. Can you say wow? She is also wearing some cute white sandals.We work on.