If you can’t handle someone like Roger VanCamp, you won’t stand a chance against Tanaka. “Nice one,” I said, referring to the ball she’d just sunk. I was right. “Relax. Do you think we would have time to make rockets if everyone had to worry about making our own clothing?”
She shook her head and looked at the clear blue sky, shading her fair eyes from the bright sun. She performed a slight curtsy despite wearing pants and primly said, “Thank you.”
I nodded a ‘you’re welcome’ to her and said, “So, all the rich people know each other?”
“It’s kind of like a large high school,” she said as I lined up my shot, “Everyone knows of everyone, but there are cliques and groups with common interests. She had a soft, easy smile and eyes as blue as Helen’s but much warmer than my lawyer’s usual icy gaze.
