I snatched a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt from the closet. Harold Erkwell was the man I needed to see, and pronto. "Real life isn't television, Jitty." "That's where we got it wrong, Sarah Booth. We thought that solid family values came along with rigid conduct and rigid underwear. Watching I Love Lucy I realized that wasn't true. She was beautiful and glamorous and Ricky loved her. They created a dynasty together." It was all I could do to keep from rolling my eyes. "They fought like cats and dogs. They divorced, Jitty." She followed me into the bathroom, where I began running water. "They had years of happiness, Sarah Booth. And children. Years and years together. Your track record is what, six dates?" "And that long only for someone who really, really interests me," I replied. She was about to hurt my feelings. "You can do it, Sarah Booth. I've been giving it some thought, and if that Nicaraguan artist isn't a murderer, maybe you should go after him." She was staring at herself in the bathroom mirror and batting her eyes.
