Chapter 10
Iris walked from one side of her childhood bedroom to the other, doing her best to avoid the wooden floorboards that squeaked. Nine steps, from the shelf-covered wall that still held many of the books and toys she’d outgrown a decade before to the nearly floor to ceiling windows at the back of the house. She was thankful she’d replaced the frilly little girl purple curtains with sensible blue panels before she moved out.
“Iris, honey, you got to come to bed.”
Dim light from an oil lamp on the nightstand showed Gena, already burrowed down in the heavy blankets that matched the curtains. The full-sized mattress was a close but cozy fit for both of them, and her lover’s warmth in the frigid house was tempting.
The sharp aftermath of the coffee she’d had too much of with dinner
