eliza is not the new au pair
ELIZA THOMPSON TAPPED LIGHTLY ON the gas pedal of her candy-apple red CLK convertible, zipping around the clunky gray station wagon that had been blocking her way. Didn’t they know better than to putter down the Montauk Highway at five miles below the speed limit? She sighed happily as she cruised along, flashes of bright blue ocean in the distance peeking out through the trees, her rumbling engine the only noise disturbing the crisp June air.
Once she was safely past the...