Richard had understood that decision, too, and he'd remained loyal to her. He'd been generous and gracious to the end. Even after his death, he'd demo...nstrated his unfailing love and devotion to her.Gertrude frowned. "Whom did you say, dear?" Hunter." Hunter?" Gertrude looked puzzled. "Is he someone new?" No," Monique said. "He's not a fashion designer."Gertrude's eyebrows rose. "Not a designer? Don't be ridiculous, dear. No one but a Versace, a Gucci, or a Scarvelli could possibly have. She watched happy faces. There were three businessmen, looking over an iPad and having an intense conversation, as they sipped their liqueur coffees. Families chatted animatedly, a father wiped his young son’s mouth as he sucked long messy strands of spaghetti between fat little pursed lips. A couple, leaning in close, shared a tender moment as they clinked their glasses together. “How am I ever going to pretend to enjoy the veal?” she pondered, stifling a shudder. A sudden bustle caused her to. I could print them put some in an envelope and just print my first name on it only . she would see it and wonder what it was and open it and there would be the pics . and a note to me about if you want the guys name and address call this number and for the right price i sell you his info . i would buy a burner cell . now she would feel like i did . I would and did act cool . a few days went by and i put the letter in our box for her to find . i sleep in till around 1 pm after getting home .. We were fucking when we should have been sleeping. We were fucking when we should have been eating. I did not want to look like this when Andrea returned. I asked mother to look at me. I told her I had to eat and sleep more. She agreed, so for the next few days I did just that. Although we still fucked two or three times a day It amazed me how quickly sufficient food and sleep improved my appearance.Chapter 13On Saturday January 4th I arrived at the Logan's just after nine in the morning..