wered her in a stall in a ladies？ room in the
old Barneys building during her first dressy benefit party that fall； and Jenny was still a little
scared of him。 But the Basses were a powerful Upper East Side family notorious for their
philanthropy and decadence and the wild ways of their fucked…up children。 If Chuck？s cousin
liked it at Croton； then it was probably just the sort of school Jenny was looking for。
？Don？t be put off by how straitlaced everything seems here； Jennifer；？ Harry advised； his white
teeth flashing。 He shoved his hands in the pockets of his cool light blue linen Zegna trousers；
which he was wearing with straw flip…flops？very prep…school…boy…goes…to…the…beach。 ？We
basically party； like； eighty percent of the time； sleep fifteen percent of the time； eat five percent of
the time； and study whenever we have time left over； which is； like； never。？
Jenny grinned。 That sounded fine？just fine。
Harry Bass pressed his lips together and cocked his head as if he were sizing her up。 ？e on。
There are some people I？d like you to meet。？
Her heart racing with eager anticipation； Jenny followed him out of the building and down a long
sloping pebbled walkway that curved behind a row of pretty brick buildings with black wooden
shutters in the windows。 The walkway ended in a narrow dirt path that led along the banks of a
quaint little duck pond and into the heavily forested woods。 ？It？s just a little bit farther；？ Harry
explained； his flip…flops flapping against his heels。
Jenny hesitated； wondering what on earth the people he wanted her to meet were doing in the
middle of the woods。 Was she about to be a part of one of those peculiar boar