Chapter 4

“Here,” she said, tipping first some milk, then some more coffee into my mug. “Encore du cafe t’aidera de sentir mieux.”

I laughed. “Ooooh, French. I feel younger and more glamorous already.”

“Good. Have you eaten since you got home? Maybe that will help you feel better. You could call across the street; I’m sure Marzipan would send the new guy over with a Special Delivery for you.”

I hadn’t heard about this. “There’s a new guy?”

“Apparently, yeah. Some kid, new to the City. Who knows where she found him—he’s only been around a day or two.”

“Where does Marzipan find any of her men? Who knows what she gets up to?”

“This one’s gay, though.”