The sleeves of the robe were turned up. Her hair was fluffed from the shower and she smelled of soap and shampoo and looked maybe twelve. Rosie sat on the floor beside her feet, looking up with her mouth open and her tongue lolling. If I didn't know better than to anthropomorphize dogs, I'd have said Rosie was smiling at Millicent. "Did you like the rowing?" I said. "It's awfully hard," she said. She rubbed Rosie's chest absently with the toe of her right foot. "I know, but it's sort of like riding a bicycle. Once you get the balance, it's not so hard." "I know, I could feel that." "Do you think you'll want to do it again?" "Yes." I was quiet. Millicent drank some hot chocolate. "Your mother was having an affair with the plumber," I said. "The plumber? "Yes, the one you said looked like an Italian Stallion." "Him?" "Yes." "Are you sure? My mother? Did he tell you that?" "I found pictures of them." "Pictures?" "Yes." "You mean, dirty pictures? Like I found?" "Yes." "Jesus. It's like she sees a camera she yanks off her clothes." "Some people like to pose," I said.
What do You think about Family Honor - Robert B Parker?
