I smile and shake my head at her and then unmute Frankie. “Evelyn says here at the apartment on Friday.” “Late morning, maybe,” Evelyn says. “Eleven.” “Eleven, OK?” I say to Frankie. Frankie agrees. “Absolutely fantastic!” I hang up and look at Evelyn. “You want to do a photo shoot in three days?” “No, you want me to do a photo shoot, remember?” “You're sure about Friday, though?” “We'll be done by then,” Evelyn says. “You'll have to work even later than normal. I'll make sure Grace has those muffins you like and the coffee from Peet’s that I know you prefer.” “OK,” I say. “That’s fine, but there’s still a lot of ground to cover.” “Don’t worry. We'll be done by Friday.” When I look at her skeptically, she says, “You should be happy, Monique. You’re going to get your answers.”