"I am tired. Being president of a large hotel during the holiday
season is no easy task, you know. I'm surprised no one's called me, even today.
We have three functions going on this afternoon." Katie kept a lilt of jest in
her voice, knowing that still—even from a thousand miles away—Marcy could hear
the seriousness of the words. "Alright, Marcy, stop frowning," she added
"You're right there. I am frowning. I'm also remembering not to mention that
you almost got yourself killed just before Christmas. And involved your
very best friend in the whole wide world, I might add."
There was a pregnant pause. "I did do that, didn't I?"
"Any words on your twin friends?"
"Zane and Zandra? No." Zane and Zandra McKenzie were twins who had tried to
kill Katie the month before. Their motive had been simple: revenge.
Katie had never met them before they became the managers of Jacqueline's, the
troubled boutique in THP. Zandra had been the lover of David Franscella, a man
who'd kept Katie "back in the day." Strange, she thought, how he continued to
haunt her, even after her marriage to Ben. Even after his sudden demise at the
hands of Maggie, who had killed him the night—nineteen months ago—when he'd
attacked Katie in her home in the Hamptons.
"Other than that they're still sitting in Rikers, no."
"I've been subpoenaed for the trial; did you know that?"
Katie sighed. "When did that happen?"
"Friday. I didn't want to burden you with it. I figured you'd find out soon
"Let's talk about something else, shall we?"
"My friend, the control guru. Just like in the boardroom, she speaks and I
obey." Marcy teased. When Katie remained silent, she added, "Okay. Okay. What do
you want to talk about?"
Katie chuckled. "I love it when you submit to my power," she joked, then gave
her best Bela Lugosi laugh. When she sobered, she said, "Let's talk about my new
spa and resort."
"Sounds like a plan."
"It is a plan. And only a plan at this stage."
"Tell me something."
"And just shoot me out of my chair if this is too personal, but . . .
Katie giggled. Conversations with Marcy were like a tonic, and she thanked
God for her renewed relationship with her old pal.
"How do you fund something like that? I mean, do you just have all that money
sitting around in a coffee can or . . . well, how does that work exactly?"
Katie laughed again, then sobered. "You're so unbelievably funny. It's called
"Oh. Not an area I'm all that sharp in, I'll have to be honest with you."
"To be honest with you, me neither. And to be further honest, because I
didn't have the total backing of my board on this project I've allowed some of
the private stock in THP to go public in order to raise the funds."
"THP is family owned. And only family owned. Make sense?"
"If you say so."