I’d just found out about the house in the Catskills. “Are you settling in okay?”
“Oui,” she said. “This is a date, but I’m not interested in dating you, Carla.”
“Don’t say that till you’ve had a chance to try me out,” she said. “Oh!” She said, looking me up and down, “Right on time and looking good! It was on top of a tower that slowly rotated around so that anyone could get a view of the New York City skyline over a thirty-minute period. The one thing I can’t do is shame him publicly. “I’m looking for you. “Besides, I’ve hired security.”
“I’m sure it’s only a matter of time till he figures out where you’re staying,” I retorted. “What?”
“Hiro’s gonna know about tonight,” Carla said, “But it sure as hell isn’t going to be from me.”
“Fucking Christ.” I glanced around and saw a couple of the waiters whispering to each other in low voices. Like I said. I’ve already got a table reserved, and you don’t even have to pick me up.
