Chapter 4René’s Home
Washington Square
René hurried down to his house, racing up the four steps of the stoop. He took out his key, opened the arched half-glass door, and slipped inside. In hope, he took his spare key from the keychain. René put it in the Japanese porcelain bowl that sat on the Chippendale console along the wall in the hall. Martin teased him about using a priceless piece of porcelain to hold his keys and change. He shrugged. Despite what his brother thought, René believed that art was made to be used, not just admired. He went downstairs into the kitchen and took out the ingredients to make two drinks, hoping that Frankie would stay long enough to have one.
If Frankie isn’t receptive, I’m going to have to lie and tell him he guessed wrong.
The chimes sounded. Frankie w
