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Dear Mom. Tonight I dated St. Cloudâs most eligible man. First we went to a WinterGame committee meeting. Thatâs the group of lesbians, homosexuals, and abortionists I told you about. After the meeting we planned to go out for drinks, but one of my gay friends got busted for nearly killing a local man. I had to blackmail the townâs leading lawyer into taking the case but that wasnât difficult because he got his daughter pregnant and he doesnât want anyone to know about it.
Michele laughed out loud as she pictured her motherâs reaction. Sheâd be here on the next plane from Houston to help Michele pack her belongings.
Suddenly Michele felt sleepy. She leaned back against the couch pillows and shut her eyes. The heat from the fire was warm against her cheek, like Steveâs lips when heâd kissed her good night at the door. Snow fell softly against the window, a light brushing sigh that matched her deep, even breathing. Michele fell asleep wondering what could possibly go wrong at breakfast.
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Margaret Whitworth closed the notebook with a snap. The courthouse clock chimed the half hour, and Margaret glanced at her watch. It was three-thirty in the morning. Sheâd spent the whole evening rereading her notebooks, the private little lists she kept of odd phrases and names. Margaret was fascinated by the English language, and sheâd kept notebooks for years, stacked in a pile under the table by the bed. Howard had complained that she was wasting her time compiling lists that no one would ever read, but Margaret enjoyed her little hobby. And the new list that sheâd started last week was already one of her favorites. By the time she was through, it would be filled with names that fitted a personâs profession. âGoodbody Mortuaryâ headed the list. It was a large undertaking firm in San Diego. Then there was âDoctor Morte,â a pathologist at the Mayo Clinic. Heâd appeared in a news clip last Tuesday. And this afternoon, right here in St. Cloud, sheâd spotted the best one of all, âDr. Pull, D.D.S.â He had an office above Dan Marsh Drugs. Margaret knew sheâd walked past the building directory for years without noticing his name.
Margaret took off her reading glasses and slipped them into the case. She was tired, and she might just break tradition tomorrow. The world wouldnât fall apart if she didnât show up at her office until noon. She was beginning to appreciate the concept of self-indulgence. At her age she deserved to take a little time off and enjoy herself.
Howard would have been shocked at her attitude. Margaret smiled as she clicked off the light. He had always been immersed in his work. Even when sheâd dragged him to France on vacation, heâd taken along his briefcase filled with papers.
Margaretâs smile grew as she remembered strolling down the Champs-Ãlysées and stopping at a sidewalk café to enjoy a glass of Pernod. Several handsome Frenchmen had made overtures, and she almost wished that sheâd encouraged them. Howard had spent the entire vacation in their hotel room making transatlantic business calls. No wonder he hadnât liked Paris.
There were six pillows on the bed. Margaret reached for her favorite and hugged it tightly. She never thought sheâd miss Howardâs rattling snores, but she did. Perhaps women werenât made to sleep alone. The bed was too big and too cold.
Jane had been saving money for a heated water bed. Sheâd shown Margaret the brochures. Perhaps it wasnât such a silly idea after all. Margaret laughed out loud as she made up her mind. Sheâd call in the morning and order the best one in the showroom. Even slightly-past-middle-age ladies had the right to a warm bed.
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Steve settled down on Chief Schultzâs couch and propped his feet up on the end. The couch was too small to accommodate his
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