“She said this thing is worth eighty-five thousand dollars,” my funny guy—Romeo?—says with awe in his tone. “Hear that, Rosie Clamshell? You’re in something very expensive. You’re one lucky lady.” “I’m truly blessed.” I’ve got a new occupation now: making him laugh. “I’m actually on a sun lounger in the Maldives.” “You are?” His big smile is in his voice. “I coulda sworn you were sleeping on a couch in Buckingham Palace. Yeah,” he says to someone. “She’s fine. Brave little Rosie Clamshell.”
