“Happy birthday, Penelope. Sorry I missed the party.”
“So Mona Lisa actually wore this watch?” Penelope, obviously pleased with her new acquisition, admired the Stella mini Fossil on her wrist.
“Not actually, of course, but yes, sort of.”
“Well, I suppose this makes up for the destruction of a perfectly good safety pin bracelet,” she smiled and added, “and besides, Gerald and I are on the outs so a bit of its lustre is gone.”
“Sorry to hear,” I said, a bit distractedly, playing with my nautical friendship bracelet. “I wouldn’t know about that.”
“I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me, Mac,” said Penelope, her eyes narrowing suspiciously, “and I wonder what really happened on the road to Marseille.”