"And why does she hate you?"
"You don't want to know."
"You're probably right." They reached the bar; Charlene had a San Pellegrino, and Stone had his usual bourbon.
"Did you see the look on the doctor's face when he met you?" Charlene asked.
"Yes; I thought he was going to break and run for a minute."
"This is going to be a very weird evening," Charlene said.
Stone looked toward the front door and nearly choked on his drink. "You don't know how weird," he said.
Charlene followed his gaze. "That, I suppose, is the fabled Dolce."
"It is," Stone replied, "and the man with her is her father, Eduardo."
Charlene linked her arm in Stone's. "Well, come on, then," she said. "I want to be introduced."
There was nothing else for it, Stone thought; may as well brazen it out. He walked toward the two, wishing to God he were on another continent. "Good evening, Eduardo," he said. "Hello, Dolce."
Eduardo took his hand, but not before a shocked glance at Char-lene's highly visible breasts. "Stone," he managed to say.
Dolce said nothing, but shot a look at Charlene that would have set a lesser woman on fire.
"Eduardo, this is Charlene Joiner. Charlene, this is Eduardo Bianchi and his daughter, Dolce."
"I'm so pleased to meet you both," Charlene said, offering them a broad smile, in addition to everything else.
"Enchanted," Eduardo said stiffly.
"Oh, yes," Dolce said dryly, looking Charlene up and down. "Enchanted."
"Charlene is one of Lou's biggest stars," Stone said, because he could not think of anything else to say.
"I never go to the pictures," Eduardo said, "but I can certainly believe you are a star."
"Oh, Eduardo, you're sweet," Charlene giggled. She turned and snaked an arm through his. "Come on, and I'll get you a drink." She led him away, leaving Stone suddenly with Dolce, the very last place he wanted to be.
"Alone at last," Dolce said archly.
"Dolce, I…"
"Are you fucking her?"
"Now, listen. I…"
"Of course you are. That's what you do best, isn't it?"
"Will you listen…"
"I'm sure she's very good in the rack."
"Dolce…"
"Is she, Stone? Does she give good head?"
"For Christ's sake, keep your voice…"