“What do we need to talk about, Dear?” I asked, though I had a inkling.
“Your ex-wife, Gary,” Patricia said, seriously, but with an odd twinkle
in her eye.
“That promises to be rather an involved discussion,” I replied, “so do
you mind if I relay my news first, before I forget again?”
“I suppose, as long as it doesn’t take too long.” She draped herself
elegantly over one of the chairs, graciously inviting me to the one next
to it with a wave of one slender hand. I swear to God, that woman was
born in the wrong place at the wrong time! She seemed to have been bred
to be royalty!
“So what’s the big news?” she asked, pouring me a glass of scotch, neat,
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