Chapter 24: Gary Rosetti Therapy
June 1, 20—
Downtown Templeton
Third Street
11:28 A.M.
“Do you have any iced tea, Gary?” I sat in one of his massaging rooms that was decorated with peach Zen colors, smelled of lilacs, and was accompanied with leather lounge chairs. I was waiting for a long discussion with him that concerned my two-day affair with Patrick Brogan and my ugly situation with Lori Banter at Weeding Peeks.
“I always have iced tea. Do you want something strong in it?”
“No. A slice of lemon would be nice. It’s too early to drink.”
“Lemons are mandatory, Cannon, and so is drinking before noon.” He shuffled to a different room that he used as a kitchen, retrieved my iced tea, returned, and served me a drink. “Will you be enjoying a rub today?”
I shook my head, holding the
