She shook her head. She said, again, “I’m shaking.”
He poured them each a glass of scotch. He walked over and stood in front of her and held out one glass.
She took the glass and took a big swallow of it.
He was standing very close to her.
She put her arms around him and put the little automatic against the back of his head and pushed his face down toward her own. She turned her face up toward his and they exchanged a long kiss. Her mouth tasted of scotch. The gun on the back of his head was cold and hard.
Mildred said, “Thanks. That was okay.” She stepped away from him. “I got to go in the other room. Wait for a minute.”
She opened a door and walked into another room. He watched her go. She looked great from the back. He saw a corner of a bed with a pink chenille bedspread before sh
