CHAPTER SEVEN
The shoe store was closing for the night when Burt and I drove past it on our way out of the shopping center at nine.
"How come you didn't get any shoes?" Burt asked.
"I lost interest in shoes," I told him, scooting across the seat and snuggling up to him as he drove. "I'm getting a foot massage instead."
"The blond boy is coming to the house?"
"Uh-huh. At ten. I told him you'd be at work by then."
"Why'd you tell him that?"
"Because he was so uptight. I don't think he'd come if he thought you'd be anywhere close."
"What the hell am I gonna do while he's rubbing your feet? Surely you don't expect me to go out so you can be alone with him."
"No, darling."
"And I'm not going to hide in the closet, or anything like that."
"No, darling."
"Then what? When you give me t
