“Dinner was fun. I hope Bea enjoyed it too. And like I said, please don’t think twice about letting Annette and Alfred pay for her.” She paused. “However, you should probably know that their performance tonight was just a warmup.” At his alarmed look, she laughed. “Once Annette gets out her Swarovski-studded reading glasses and starts talking about whether she needs one of those adjustable beds and a walk-in bath, that’s when you know you’re really in deep shit.” He could only imagine.
