“By God, I think you’ve got it.” “Yes, I believe I do,” she agrees. “How’s Paris?” “Well, Kit and his hot girlfriend gave me a cake. Also I drank a lot of wine and now I might have to pee in a bush under the Eiffel Tower.” Sloane drops the accent and sighs, “Oh, Theo.” “I know,” I say. I flip the camera to show her my view. “But look, it’s sparkling.”
