Later in the morning he got himself down to hotel lobby and phone Julian’s office . A woman ‘s voice answered, one that he thought he recognized.
‘Rose? Is this you? What are you doing there?’
‘Oh, Macon. Yes, I work here now. I’m putting things in order. You wouldn’t believe how disorganized this office is.’
‘Rose, my back has gone out on me.’
‘Oh, no! Are you still in Paris?’
‘Yes, but I need to change the plans for my day trip and. . .’
‘I’ll take care of everything,’ Rose said ‘Just leave it with me. Get back to bed and rest your back.’