Aurora 03 - Three Bedrooms, One Corpse - Plot & Excerpts
I said later in the night, “can you go with me to the realtors’ banquet Saturday night?” “Sure,” he said sleepily. He wound a strand of my hair around his finger. “Do you ever wear it up?” he asked. “Oh, sometimes.” I rolled over so it hung around his face like a curtain. “Could you wear it up Saturday night?” “I guess so,” I said warily. “I love your ears,” he said, and demonstrated that he did. “In that case,” I said, “I will.” A thud on the foot of the bed made Martin jump. “It’s Madeleine,” I said hastily. I could feel him relax all over. “I have to get used to the cat?” “Yes, I’m afraid so. She’s old,” I said consolingly. “Well, actually, middle-aged.” “Like me, huh?” “Oh, yes, you practically have one foot in the grave,” I said. “Ooo—do that again.” So I did. * * * “I have to go out of town late this afternoon,” Martin said over toast early the next morning. He had stowed some extra clothes and shaving gear in his car, so he was ready for work.
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