Chapter Twenty Seven
Crime
Jim decided to get a take-up dinner so that no one was going to have to cook that evening, so he was late getting back as well. By the time he had put the meals in the kitchen and wandered around a bit, he finally called Sandy and heard the three padding about upstairs.
"You guys want to eat?" he yelled up the stairs.
"In a minute," Meg called back."We're getting ready."
"Food is getting cold."
"We like cold food," Remmy hollered back, giggling.
"You're going to get it…" Jim said, half to himself as he opened another beer.
When the two guests came downstairs, they were dressed as a pair of very sexy dolls, each with enough make-up and accessories to convince anyone that they were either renegades from some off Broadway play or professional hookers. Jim sa
