The money that paid for your cruises and your country club and the pearls you’re clutching?

That money?” I let her see me smile.

“Those accounts are frozen, as of this morning.

And Julian’s credit card — the black one, the one he so generously handed me at six this morning so I could go and buy your feast — has already been maxed out.

It paid the retainer for the lawyer standing behind me.

You’ve been very generous today, Julian.