Chapter 42

• A few days later I pressed the issue again. Surely she missed the open, inviting, gorgeous brownstone that almost everyone envied. She waved me off and changed the subject. Then I thought maybe Toronto was a factor. I said I could have my neighbor watch him for one night. Finally she admitted she just liked it at my place.
• “I like the simple life.”
• I scooped some dog food into Toronto’s bowl and glanced at her. “I’ll take that as a compliment, I think.”