What you built out of it was entirely your own.”

It was Claudia, of all people, who broke the silence after that, and she broke it by turning on him.

“You told me you were a multi-millionaire,” she said, her voice climbing toward a shriek.

“You told me you owned the condo.

You told me she was a penniless leech!”

“And you,” I said, turning to her, almost gently, “have not been entirely honest either, Claudia.”