Chapter 13

In addition to my Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday racquetball sessions with the guys, I worked out or swam laps on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, after which I showered, shaved, and dressed for work. I cut my session a bit short and arrived at my office by eight thirty. This gave me an hour of quiet desk time before my first appointment.

My quiet desk time was shattered by the ringing of my telephone thirty minutes after my arrival.

“Hello,” I said.

“Where the hell have you been?”

“Good morning, Rosalie.”

“Don’t ‘good morning’ me, you bastard. Where were you?”

“I was out of town all weekend, not that it’s any business of yours.”

“When did you get home?”

“After eleven last night, not that my comings and goings are your concern.”

“Of course they are—we’re a couple.”

“Rosalie, you know better than that. We were never actually a ‘couple’—in any sense of the word. We dated, more or less steadily, for a few months, but neither of us made any commitments, and you know it.”