That had always been their mistake, and it was about to become an expensive one.

Chapter 5 — Silk Robes and Car Keys

Delphina came down at half past, in a silk robe the color of oyster shells, and Cato was a step behind her the way he always was, holding a coffee that had cost more than the whole pot my mother had made, spinning the keys to his Audi around one finger like a man who wanted you to know he had an Audi.

“It really is just temporary,” Delphina said, in the bright reasonable voice she used for saying unreasonable things.

“Cato needs somewhere quiet to run the business.

A real office.