“The second week of August, I was sitting by the tennis court with Danny’s sister, Bunny, when she says to me, ‘So, what does a girl like you do when you’re not banging my brother?’ I thought that a pretty crude way to talk to someone she hardly knew. But then she didn’t know me well. She’d been away most of the summer at some rich kids’ camp in the Caribbean and had only returned the beginning of August. Bunny was a cookie-cutter precocious sixteen year old, who looked like twenty-five and had the mouth of a street kid when she wasn’t sucking up to her parents. Danny had laughed her off, so I did too. But I paid attention that day.
“‘I’m finishing my degree in finance. I plan to be a stock broker.’
“‘Really?’ she says, ‘So you think you’ll get your hands on the family money?’ She laugh
