Dale asks as I take back the lip balm. “Pear,” I say. “Just pear?” “Smoky pear.” He nods. I’m not sure what game we’re playing here but I don’t like that I’m not the only one with the secrets. I take the direct approach. “What’s the story, Dale Tookey? Why are you following me?” “Who says I was f...
I take a few cautious steps forward, reach out my hand, and push through the curtain. On the other side, I see a very fancy sitting room, complete with grand piano, chandelier, and rubber tree plants climbing halfway to the ceiling. Alex and Joanna sit on luxurious armchairs. Little Lucien sprawl...