Chapter 23

Lucy was that good. Lucy was an entire constellation. Lucy could light up the night sky.

And yet, she didn’t.

To quote: weird.

Maybe it was that whole big fish little pond thing. Some people preferred that. And Lucy already had a great life in a huge house behind a massive gate, so there was that to consider. Only, I’d been on stage, I’d heard the applause, I’d had the cash crammed into my fists. It was like a drug, and I wanted more. How, I wondered, did she not?

* * * *

I found myself at my office a few hours later. That is to say, I was back at home, already missing Ray. Call me a hopeless romantic, but that’s what I am. It was the same thing with Jeff. We met. I fell hard. The flame burned bright. Then it was an inferno. Then I was left with a shitload of sooty ashes.

Anyway, back at work meant back on my case. And so, I called Arthur.

“I still don’t think he’s cheating on you,” I said.

“How can you tell?” he asked, snidely. “Seems you’ve been busy doing other things.”