in excess. Crystal chandeliers the size of small cars hung from t

ended was gin. Flint had abandoned her the moment they walked in,

rawled from her left. "

law, stood there like twin vultures in couture. Beatrice

mirked. "I suppose vintage is makin

ts, how is your father? I heard the creditors are circli

behind crystal flutes. They were waiting for the

lly felt in this room was gone, replaced by the reckless energy of someone with nothing left to lose. This wa

he said softly. "But Beatrice, while we're discussing finances...

oze. Her sm

"I recall seeing a transaction log involving that account and a certain... p

f color. The glass in her

e tennis coach? Did his rotator cuff heal? It must be strenuous work

. The infidelity was her deepest secret, one t

't," Cather

r voice slightly, enough for the onlookers to hear

ralyzed, looking like

, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. He looked at his co

lem?" Flint aske

accuse Jonna of rudeness, but her e

he way the room was looking at them. He reached out, his hand settlin

onight," Flint said to his cousins

on didn't love his wife, everyone kn

main table. "What did you say to

eplied, feeling the heat of his hand th

," he warned. "Flori

the center like a withered queen. She picked up a silver spoon and tapped it

as staring at Flint's lap with a bizarre mixture

y. Sit. I have an announcement reg