Chapter 33

Max called Lennox again. Lennox was lounging on a swing chair just by the window. Watching the streets below. Hester had promised to stop by and he halfed hoped she wouldn't since he'd given a thousand excuses but she wouldn't hae none. He preferred his solitude. The few times he spent alone, not working were valuable to him. "Max, man. Good morning". "Ah,. Lennox. How are you mon ?" Max asked. He was sounding more blithe compared to the last time he'd heard him speak. "I'm fine, Max. How are you?" "I'm good. It's winter, how's it with you over there?" "Well, maybe you forgot but I'm in Florida. It hardly ever snow here" "And I see how you're totally speaking American. The accent's good on you" Max commented. Lennox couldn't hold back his laughter. He laughed for a few seconds and Max was patient enough to wait for him to finish before saying anything else. "You never said anything about Kimberly Foster, Lennox. I want to see the wench again. You keep dismissing__" "Well, Max