Pure souls

Nancy

The Davies home was a beautiful, modernized place decorated in art deco, giving it an air of wealth and sophistication. They were also elegant and well-composed, and since I had spent about twenty years living with the Mortons I was already accustomed to the etiquette of the upper social class, although their friendliness overcame all that.

They spoke openly to me, but without going overboard, and their manners were excellent, not to say commendable. I felt welcomed by them in a good way. It was good to meet billionaires who were good-natured, didn't let the greed of money corrupt their souls, and remained simple and pleasant people to be around, at least that was the feeling the girl was giving me.

“So are you, or aren’t you, together?” Jake asked the couple humorously; it was clear they had a close friendship and weren't offended by how intimately they spoke to each other. “The first thing my girlfriend said when she saw you two was wow, Jake, what a lovely couple! Now you h