Zhenzhen an InterludeChapter 7
Laps needed to be occupied to accommodate the numbers filling the Ambassador's limo when we escaped the Pereire's after-show party. Consuela squirmed in mine while Angelique used Lindy's and of course Michiko had Bob. The only lap of a person not bigger than its occupier, and in fact a tad smaller, was Christa's. Maria sat there, and beside me. "So you met the old patriarch of the family?" I asked her. "You mean Simon?" she responded. "More an honored visitor I think. The Pereires...