Gloria watched her parents. As usual, her father’s expression gave away nothing. Her mother’s face, on the other hand, seemed to brighten.

‘You’ve found a nice man?’ Mary asked hopefully. Gloria nodded. ‘He’s very special. We’ve decided to move in together.’

‘I see,’ Dr Ayars said.

‘We’re in love.’

‘I see,’ her father said again with a small nod.

‘What’s the young man’s name, dear?’ Mary asked, smiling.

Gloria pushed back her blonde mane. ‘Stan Baskin.’ The smile vanished from her mother’s face as if she had been slapped. ‘What?’

‘David’s brother, Mom. Oh, that’s right. You didn’t meet him. He came to Boston for David’s funeral… Dad, you met him, right?’

‘Actually, I didn’t,’ James said matter-of-factly. ‘There was so much confusion at the funeral and all, I didn’t get the chance. But Laura told me what a comfort he has been to her.’

‘He has,’ Gloria agreed. She glanced toward her mother, whose lovely features were frozen in a look of terror.

James removed his reading glasses. ‘So how did this all happen?’

‘It just did,’ Gloria shrugged. ‘We’re very much in love.’

Mary finally found her vocal chords. ‘Honey, are you really sure about this? I mean, moving in with a man is a big step.’

‘I know that, Mom, but I’m thirty-one years old. I’m not a child anymore. I love Stan.’

Panic colored Mary’s eyes. ‘But, Gloria, I don’t think you should – ’

‘We wish you the best of luck,’ her father interrupted, silencing his wife with a hard glare. ‘If you’re happy, we’re happy.’

Oblivious to her mother’s reservations, Gloria ran over and threw her arms around her father’s neck and kissed him. Then she did the same to her mother. ‘I love you both.’

‘And we love you,’ James said, smiling warmly. ‘We’d love to meet this young man as soon as it’s convenient for you. Bring him over for dinner one night.’

‘No -!’ Mary stopped, composed herself. ‘I mean, only if you want to, Gloria. We don’t want to pressure you into anything.’

‘You’re not pressuring me. I think that would be nice.’

‘Good,’ her father added.

‘Dad, can you help me put my bags in the car?’

‘Sure, honey. I’ll be there in a second.’

Gloria left the room. James saved his page with a marker and gently placed the periodical on the coffee table. He sighed, slowly stood, and then turned toward his wife.

‘I think it’s time we talked.’

‘I’m telling you there is something weird about that guy,’ Earl Roberts said to Timmy Daniels.

‘No kidding,’ Timmy answered. ‘I don’t think I’ve heard him say five words since he beat me in that three-point contest two weeks ago.’

The two players took a sip of water from the fountain and headed back toward the court. Sweat drenched them both. For that matter, sweat drenched all fifteen of the players still in the Celtics camp. It was break time. All the players were scattered around the gym floor, catching their breath during the five-minute rest.

All save one.

Timmy collapsed onto the floor next to Earl. ‘The guy doesn’t say anything. Just plays and leaves.’

‘That’s fine with me,’ Earl said.

‘What makes you say that?’

‘I don’t like him. Something about him just ain’t right.’

‘Like?’

Earl shrugged. ‘Let’s face it. Mark Seidman is a great player. He can shoot and pass like nobody’s business. ’

‘So?’

‘So where the hell has he been? How can someone be that good and never have played college ball?’

Timmy positioned himself to watch Mark shoot. ‘Got me. I think he told Clip that he went to school overseas. His family traveled around a lot or something.’

‘Still,’ Earl replied, ‘nobody’s ever heard of this guy. And he won’t say a word to the press. They’ve been trying to get him to talk, but he just blows them off. What rookie does that? I mean, it’s gonna be his first year in the NBA and he already acts like a prima donna with the media? I don’t get it.’

Timmy nodded his agreement. ‘It’s every kid’s dream to play in the NBA and he looks so goddamn sad all the time.’

The two teammates followed the ball as Mark swished jumpshot after jumpshot.

Earl wiped his sweaty face with a towel. ‘There’s something else that bothers me.’

‘I know what you mean,’ Timmy said.

‘It’s like he’s trying to play like him on purpose. It’s pissing me off.’

Timmy turned toward Earl. ‘I don’t think that’s it,’ he said. ‘There’s other players with that jumpshot.’

‘Yeah,’ Earl replied, as another of Mark’s shots fell through the metallic hoop, ‘but how many of them have that kind of accuracy?’

When Laura and Serita entered the Heritage of Boston Bank together, everyone stopped. Typewriters halted their clacking. Heads turned. Eyes stared. Mouths dropped. Men gawked. Walking alone, Laura and Serita could make a man’s eyes water; looking at them both at the same time could cause a cerebral accident.

‘They’re staring at us,’ Serita whispered to her.

‘You love it.’

‘Always did.’

They moved past the bank clerks toward the executive office area. Heads, eyes, mouths, men followed them. When they were out of sight, Laura could hear the typewriters start up again.

An elderly secretary with gray-green hair looked up from her desk. She slipped on her glasses and narrowed her eyes suspiciously. A sign on her desk read Eleanor Tansmore. ‘May I help you?’

‘We’d like to see Mr Richard Corsel,’ Laura said.

‘I see,’ Eleanor Tansmore replied. ‘Do you have an appointment?’

‘Not exactly,’ Laura said, ‘but he knows we’re coming.’

‘Well, Mr Corsel is very busy today. Perhaps you can call later and set up an appointment.’

‘I have a better idea,’ Serita interrupted. ‘Why don’t you buzz Mr Corsel and tell him we’re here?’

‘And whom shall I say is calling?’

Serita smiled devilishly. ‘We’re the two women Mr Corsel purchased from our, uh, agent. A Mr Tyrone Landreaux.’

‘Excuse me?’ the secretary said.

‘One black, one white. Just like he ordered.’

‘What?’

‘Hurry, honey. Buzz him. My time is money. Big money, if you know what I mean.’

Eleanor Tansmore lifted the phone and smiled wryly. ‘Did you bring your own whips and chains this time?’ she asked Serita. ‘You know how Mr Corsel hates to use his own.’

Serita looked at the woman in astonishment. ‘Are you putting me on?’

‘Yes.’

A smile of respect danced across Serita’s lips. ‘You’re all right, Mrs T.’

‘You’re not so bad yourself,’ Mrs Tansmore replied. ‘Now sit down over there.’

‘I’m sorry for my friend’s behavior,’ Laura interrupted, ‘but if you could just tell Mr Corsel that Laura Baskin is here to see him, I think he’ll make time to see us.’

‘Laura Baskin? The model?’

‘Former model,’ Laura corrected.

‘I read about your husband. I’m very sorry.’

‘Thank you.’

Eleanor Tansmore looked toward Serita. ‘And who is your witty companion?’

‘Her bodyguard,’ Serita replied.

The secretary smiled a phony secretary’s smile. ‘If you’ll both sit down, I’ll buzz Mr Corsel.’

Laura and Serita sat down. One of the office doors opened and a short executive with a thin mustache came out.

‘That him?’ Serita asked.

Laura shook her head no.

‘Good.’

The executive stared at the two gorgeous women sitting in the waiting room. He sucked in his protruding stomach and smiled at them. Serita returned his greeting with a seductive wink. Then she slowly crossed her mile-long legs. The man nearly tripped over his own tongue. Serita laughed.

‘Cut that out,’ Laura warned.

‘Sorry.’

‘I swear, I can’t take you anywhere.’

‘I’m just trying to keep the mood light.’

‘Knock it off.’

‘Okay, but I’ve never seen you so uptight. It’s not good for you, Laura. I’m just trying to keep you loose.’