She hadn’t heard anything about Andre confronting Cesar, but we both agreed that Roger was close enough to the chocolate shop to hear everything. “What does that mean?” she asked me. “I’m not sure yet. Maybe nothing. And I’m sure Roger already told the police. You know how he is.” “You mean, ‘Hey! I’m Roger—I used to be a cop but now I blow glass.’ Yeah, I know.” I picked up Andre’s package, not thinking about the whole eww factor. “Andre has to know he’s not the only one Eloise sees,” Adora pointed out. “She’s not exactly known as a one-man woman.” “Yeah. He’s kind of like Don Quixote.” “Does that make Eloise the nasty mule slut or the windmill?” “I don’t know—the windmill, at least from his point of view. No question what I think!” We both laughed, and I said good-bye. I started back across the King’s Highway after visting Sarah’s Scarves and Lady Cathy’s Crochet. My errands were complete and my chocolate craving satisfied.
