Chapter 6

We’ve trotted the globe together, strode side by side across seven continents, sailed every ocean. We’ve sipped champagne on the veranda at the Ritz-Carlton and we’ve huddled together under a roadside lean-to eating crickets and rice out of a tin cup. We’ve crisscrossed the Atlantic on the Concorde and we’ve paddled up the Amazon in a hollowed-out log. And when we are home, it’s in a sun-soaked penthouse filled with friends, fresh flowers, and fine wines. We’re at the top of every guest list in Seattle, and people would rather miss their own wedding than one of our parties. Well, she didn’t missit, but she waslate, and it wasn’t until his second Thanksgiving at our house that her new husband finally forgave her. They’re divorced now, and can’t even be civil to each other save at a Jeremy/Fox shindig.