Rebecca finally made it back from London, getting most of her stuff moved into this sweet new penthouse apartment not far from Lexington's. She asked for our help moving in, so naturally, I had dressed as though I would be lifting boxes or possibly putting things away. Sometimes I forget how different rich people are from the rest of the world because that's not what happened at all. She just wanted help organizing her closet. Apparently, the professional closet organizers were booked out. My mistake.
Once that was done, however, her chef prepared us a meal I could get behind. Skinless chicken breast with lemon pepper and steamed asparagus. Her, Lexington, Lenore, and I had just finished eating and were now tucked around the table going over some of the more pressing issues with the case.
