Mar 13, 2018
5 min read
Chapter 46: Kaa’s smug tale of shame
Joyla stepped from the taxi, looked over the blue waters of the bay, the marina full of pleasure craft white and sparkling in the sun, the green and rolling island hills, then crossed the street to Luca, the smell of garlic sautéing in olive oil wafting to her.
Kaa was there, at the same table, organza fluttering above him. He had a two-thirds full bottle of grappa, two narrow glasses, an iPad he was reading from, a half-full glass of water.
