“Jane,” Farrow says after a swig of water. “Maximoff has something to ask you.” “You do?” I cap a water jug near the unlit fireplace. Moffy gives him a tough look. “I thought you said after dinner?” “Now’s good too.” Farrow is completely at ease. And Maximoff is a rigid statue. Farrow lifts his brows. “See, that’s called changing your mind.” He shakes his head. “No idea what you’re talking about. Changing your mind? Is that like a thing people do?” Farrow smiles from cheek-to-cheek. “Okay, smartass.” Maximoff tightens the towel around his waist and runs a hand through his thick hair.
