The fire in the Franklin Stove burned hot. It felt warm on my face even from a distance. With Samir and Pepsi in bed upstairs, I felt safe down here in the armchair by the stereo. Mark thought Samir did it, I knew that, and I thought he didn"t. It was a matter of trust in my gut instincts, which didn"t belong to a Private Eye at all, Lorne would say. I disagreed with that, too. I thought gut instincts were my most valuable possession. That and the coral lipstick. Hee, hee.
Hee, hee.I answered the phone. It was Tess, the ADD Avon rep, and she had my order. I hoped she had it right.
I checked my wallet. I didn"t have a checking account, used cash and my preloaded credit card. I thought it was time I opened up an account like everyone else but too many bounced checks made me an undesirable
