Katie hovered before the radio while Jewel washed, dried and put awaythe dinner dishes. Laura was inthe kitchen making yet another pot of coffee when a jubilant shriekfrom Bernie propelled her into the living room. It disturbed Dobkins that Peter was soridiculously pro-German, she thought in sympathy. They rocked together, perspiring despite the chill of theroom, reaching for the cataclysmic moment of total union.
In the elegant white-and-grey Dior salon, Laura and Iris encounteredNiko Zolotas with his daughter Alexie, a sullen and arrogant divorceeat twenty-four. There she sits, on a mile-high plateau at the foot of the Rockies. Hang on, Laura. Katie and Artie can draw up the necessary papers.