*friendly* “Can I buy you a drink?”

*rusty laugh* “It’s an open bar, Mrs. Lubrique.”

“Oh, that’s right.” *smiles* “Are you having a nice time, Angelo?”

“Sure.  Although, I can’t contribute much to the conversations about writing and publishing.”

“That’s Roseline’s area of expertise, I suppose.  She seems very ambitious in that regard.” *pregnant pause* “They’re sleeping together, you know.”


“You can’t be surprised.  I never am.  She has youth and beauty and he has power and the ability to promote her career.  It’s the age-old story.”

“You’re wrong.  Not Roseline.”

*smiles sympathetically* “Okay, Angelo.  I’m sorry, maybe you weren’t ready to know.