Thank the Floorman. Dinner with Roy was torture in itself.
Once they left, Tony sighed. “I’m glad they didn’t stay. I exerted myself too much, and Katie hugs much too vigorously.” He looked pale. “Would you tell Pearson we’ll be dining in our rooms tonight?”
I took Tony’s arm. “Only my corset saved me a fractured rib from Katherine’s pincer-like embrace.”
“Pincer-like.” Tony began to laugh, then winced. “Don’t make me laugh,” he said, but a laugh burst from him, “it hurts.”
“Perhaps you need a corset.”
“Ow.” Tony laughed again. “Stop.”
“Poor dear.” I put on a sober demeanor, “I will be completely grave henceforth.”
He began laughing. “You are utterly wicked.” He went from laughing to complaining and back again all the way up the stair.
I accompanied Tony to his room and got him sea
