Her eyes narrowed with all kinds of new suspicions. I could practically hear her thoughts. She was oblivious to the noise around us. "How did you get Ken Dolan to hire you so quickly? I'm sure he had many applicants for that job. I can't believe he did it based solely on Mrs. Winston's recommendation."
"She didn't recommend me, Naomi. She arranged for my interview. It was really up to me."
"Well, how did you do it? What did you promise?"
"Efficiency, dedication, and loyalty," I said, emphasizing loyalty.
"You're a fool if you bought into any promises a man makes, even a man like Ken Dolan," she said. She looked around and then turned back to me. "I just decided. I'm not returning to the Winston House for dinner with those boring people. I'm going to the Quincy Seaport Club. I still have a membership. If you were dressed properly, I'd bring you along."
"Thank you for bringing me here," I said. "I know you did it out of pure kindness."
