Valda pulled her black, silken robe tighter as she emerged from the bathroom and walked down the hall into the living room, the lovely red carpet yielding beneath her bare feet. Day had fled, but darkness had not yet blanketed the world. The front window provided a magnificent view of the early evening sky and the sunset colors of gold and golden rose fading from the snow-crowned Olympics.
Robert was standing in the entry hall and he turned as she entered. He was blushing with pleasure and held a basket of goodies. How could such a simply act as blushing endear him to her? Whenever he blushed, his blood would rise to the surface: almost waiting to be taken.
“Look what Mrs. Kelly has brought us, dear. Don"t the cookies and muffins smell wonderful? Please come in, Mrs. Kelly.” He had turne
