“Gay? To be honest I don’t know. She’s seeing someone but I never asked if she was gay, it’s just not something I ask of a client. I handled her divorce a couple of years ago and she came around just recently when I had to sign a notary for her. Why? Do you fancy her?”
“I’m not sure, maybe.”
“Well I’ve said my piece but if you want to know more about her I can make inquiries.”
“Maybe not,” she winced, “but thanks anyway.”
Sienna turned up at two o’clock with fresh rolls from the hot bread shop. She looked almost radiant as she put the bag of rolls on the bench.
She’d changed yet again into a long-sleeved Hawaiian shirt tucked into a pair of jeans.
“I came bearing gifts,” she cast an eye around the kitchen, “I hope you have cheese or cold meat because I hate vegemite.”
“I’ve got both
