I repeated that phrase over and over in my mind as I drove to La Bonne Violette Wednesday morning, gripping the steering wheel tightly. I was dressed in my very best suit, a gorgeous silk one that I got really cheap at a boutique downtown when it was going out of business. And I was armed with an arsenal of questions I had written during the night since I wasn’t getting much sleep anyway. And, why, you ask, didn’t I get much sleep? Well, not only was I nervous about going back to La Bonne Violette, but also, now that I knew that Rona was a single girl again, my mind was filled with questions about Isaac’s actions: Had he let her play tennis with us because he felt sorry for her? Or was there another reason? Had he looked so happy that Rona liked his photos because he enjoyed the praise professionally? Or was it more personal than that? Yes, those were the questions that had plagued me until I finally fell asleep around 2 AM. I pulled into La Bonne Violette’s parking lot and took a deep breath.
