I’ve made some of my good New Orleans coffee. It always helps me get a grip on myself when things get to be a little too much.” Marigold swirled about the room, her white satin hostess robe floating over rose silk lounge pajamas as she put an eggshell-thin coffee service before Nina. Every platin...
The flesh above her elbows was swollen where the cords had cut her circulation. She had no feeling at all in her hands and feet. If she’d had a chance to run, or a place to go, she couldn’t have managed a step. How much longer would Price and his crew go on? The boat cut silently through water th...