Ah. I remembered Roy’s methods of ensuring loyalty. “I see.” Doubtless Mr. Kerr hid his financial difficulties so as not to be further entrapped in Family matters.
Joe patted the table to his right. “Sit by me.”
I moved to Tony’s seat so as not to appear too intimate. Tony glanced at us, then resumed talking. Mr. Hart stared at us, the stiffness of his posture displaying his unease.
Many in the room sneaked glances at us. The memory of Joe’s kiss in the Kerr’s parlor two months ago lingered; I gripped my empty glass so as not to reach for his hand.
A waiter came up. “More wine, mum?”
“Ah,” Joe said. “You must try their new drink.” He turned to the waiter. “Chocolate martinis for us both.”
“Yes, sir,” the waiter said, disappearing into the crowd.
“Do you remember our last meeting?” J
