Chapter 42

“And you’re close to Wilhelm?”

“Yes…” I didn’t know how much I could say.

“Well, you must be,” Douglas said with a kind smile. “He hasn’t called any of us in two years and you’re in his home.” He hesitated and lowered his voice. “Are you his lover?”

I gave him a round-eyed look.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” he sputtered, turning red. “That was very blunt of me. But I merely wanted to put you at ease. Now I see I’ve done quite the opposite and—”

“No, no, it’s okay.” I took a moment to think and then said, “It’s complicated, that’s all.”

“Yes, of course,” he said, nodding appreciatively. “That sounds like him.” He sat up straighter. “And you mentioned Lou. How is she? And Lorraine? Is Louie still performing? How is Al’s health?” He pushed his glasses up his nose. “I’m sorry. I’m positively starved for news of them. The Knights. What a tremendous clan they are.”