I pushed past him, and he grabbed my arm. "You haven't answered me."
I turned to him, and the lamp down the hall illuminated his face. "I'm sorry you don't trust me, Blitz. I'm not doing anything to hurt my husband, or to hurt the Family. I'm only meeting with a friend."
He let go of my arm. "Meet with your friend, then."
I went to Vig's room and knocked. The brown-haired woman Vig called "Gypsy gal" answered, gesturing for me to come inside. Blitz stood outside, arms folded; she shut the door in his face.
"I have dress for you," she said, bringing out one of hers.
"I don't know your name," I said. "Vig called you —"
"Vig call me all sort of name," she said, as if irritated at him. "But I'm Natalia." She began helping me out of my dress.
"A pleasure to meet you, Natalia. Where are y
