Chapter Thirty Seven
Sunday, 25th
Caroline waited before responding to Joe’s knock on the bedroom door. Closing her eyes for a moment, she took a deep breath and focused on getting the right pitch and tone for her reply.
“Come on in, sugar. Close the door.” Her Southern drawl was soft and husky.
She had to concentrate hard to avoid sounding like someone in a Home Counties theatre rendition of A Streetcar Named Desire or worse still, the maid from the Tom & Jerry cartoons.
She sat at the dressing table with her back towards the door as he entered. She took a sip from a tall glass of heavily iced vodka and coke and began languidly teasing her hair, ignoring Joe to give his eyes a chance to adjust to the semi-darkness of the warm room.
The curtains were drawn and although both bedside l
