Chapter 11

They did not hang around after dinner—John sent Richard home to his babysitter first before returning to the car and sending Cordy home.

"You didn't have to go through so much trouble, Mr. Levine. I can actually take a taxi home," Cordy said politely.

"It's no trouble," John said flatly. "I'm not driving anyway."

Despite what he said, the chauffeur felt a little awkward and thought that he should just disappear just then.

Cordy could not say anything against it either.

The journey back to North Garden was quiet.

As Cordy opened the door, she remained sluggish since walking with crutches was really inconvenient. Naturally, John could walk around the car and help her up in a gentlemanly fashion just as she got out.

Cordy held her tongue, and she said gratefully, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," John said as he helped her out.

Cordy started to limp away until she suddenly paused, looking him in the eye and saying, "Mr. Levine."

"Yes?"

"What they said was true," she said, her vo