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Looking at myself in the mirror above the dresser, I ran a hand over my face I wonder if she likes beards
A rap on the doorfrahts
"Mornin’, sir," said Rayford, standing in the doorway
As usual, he was dressed impeccably in black suit and tie, his jaw freshly shaved, his bearing upright and elegant despite his age
Not that I actually knew his age That was a carefully guarded secret, so perhaps my own parents didn’t know He’d worked for thes, before relocating with me to New Orleans At the tirew up here, but we both knew the truth
He was afraid ould happen if he leftIs he up?"
"Yes, sir, Charlie’s just gettin’ him cleaned up now They should both be down for breakfast in a few n expression revealed nothing, but I kneondering how the hell I was going tothat included an army of cooks, housekeepers, and other household staff, I couldn’t boil an egg to save my life
"I don’t know yet" I paused "Does Charlie--?"
"She does, sir," he said, knowing I’d been about to ask if the nanny could cook "I asked her yesterday if she’d be able to fill in for a day or two until we could find a new chef I already rang the service, so we should have a few applicants to interview by tomorrow" A hint of a smile crossed his face "I doubt Charlie has Bianca Hardwick’s talent, but she can probably make a sandwich for you and somethin’ appropriate for Cody"
He disappeared with ajust what heup Bianca Hardwick
Oh fuck Did I yell out her na all over the house, I went red in the face
When , I answered it
"Goodmale voice
It was Matthew Clark, the event coordinator fro withbenefit dinner and fortunately was one of those people who took nothing personally I could’ve told hiht there was a tree stuher IQ than he did, and he would’ve heartily laughed and agreed
He said, "I’o over some last-minute details for the event on the fifteenth Most importantly, I’d like to speak with your chef so we can finalize the ood tirowled, "it isn’t I’ll" Think of soenius! "I’ll fax the reat!" said Mattheith the enthusias forward to it! The donors are always so keen to see what’s on the roup takes food The better the food, the better the donations!" He gasped "Oh--and the wine list! I coot!"
Wine list? There’s supposed to be a fucking wine list? I was really beginning to regret that cos
"I’ll have it all over to you to up the phone
I strode from my bedroom, took the elevator to the first floor, and found Rayford in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper at the big white ory would’ve left his notes about the benefit dinner?"
Ever tranquil, Rayford calmly sipped his coffee and looked at lasses "He didn’t leave any notes, sir," he said "He packed up everything he had--recipe books, notebooks, them fancy Japanese knives--and cleared outta here like a scalded cat Don’t expect he’ll be takin’ your calls, either," Rayford added serenely, "seein’ as how he said you were colder than a penguin’s balls and he wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire"