He didn’t smile as he came toward me.

“You shouldn’t be here,” George muttered.

He glanced at his gold watch again, hardly looking at my face.

He stared down at the plain wool cardigan I had on over my cotton blouse.

“I came to pay a vendor,” I said.

“Since you and Patricia are keeping such a close eye on the details.”

“We’re handling everything perfectly,” George muttered.

“Vanessa has a very specific vision for this weekend.