They lose track of time in the dark of the front room, totally absorbed in each other’s bodies. It’s black dark outside now, but Savannah can see the lit-up numbers on the clock: 10:20 P.M. Usually no chance of Bruce coming home this early, so she startles when she hears a car pull up outside and a door slam. Duckie hears it too, covering the other woman’s mouth gently in case she screams. Savannah has a mad thought that they should go hide in the bedroom, but there isn’t time. Whoever is outside is now at the door, turning the handle. Did she forget to lock it earlier?
The door flies open, and two male voices talk low as the light flicks on overhead. Duckie and Savannah pull the coverlet up over their bare breasts and stare. It’s Bruce, and his lodge buddy Frank McElhenny.
Damn and damn
