Better Ch 17
Chapter 17 – Andrea Greta made a surprise visit late in the day on Monday. ‘What brings you here?’ I asked. ‘I want to see what a month’s worth of your salary puts in your closet,’ she said as she walked in with a bottle of prosecco and carry-outs from her favorite crepe place, dropped them on my dining room table, and headed straight to my room. ‘Go ahead and look,’ I said. ‘You know where I keep everything. I just have to finish these proofs for a client.’ I could tell every time Greta...