Page 154 of The Housekeeper

“Is Andrew there?” I said instead of hello.

“Good morning to you, too.”

“Is he?”

“What? No. He went back to Detroit yesterday. Why? What’s going on?”

“Tell me the truth,” I said. “Have you slept with him?”

“I don’t understand…”

“Just answer the question.”

“Well, it’s really none of your business, Mother Teresa, but the answer is no,” she said.

“Don’t,” I warned.

“Why not?”

I took a deep breath. “Because I already did.”

“What?”

“I slept with him.”

“You slept with who?”

“With Andrew.”

“Get out of here. You did not.”

“Except I knew him as Roger.”

“Are you okay? You’re starting to scare me.”

“He came to my office months ago, introduced himself as Roger McAdams, said he was looking to buy a condo. And I slept with him. Twice.”

“Go on,” she said warily.

“It’s a long story.”

“Which I can’t wait to hear.”

“Can you meet me later?”

“Wouldn’t miss it. When and where?”

“One o’clock. I’ll pick you up.”

“I’ll be waiting.”