Chapter Six
A Weekend in Connecticut
On Friday, Kat was so nervous about being late that she left her garage at 2:15. As she sat in the driver’s seat, her dress rode up. The leather upholstery felt cool against her skin. She pulled up in front of Paul’s house at twenty of four. She didn’t know what to do. Should she wait until four o’clock, or go on in? What had Paul told her? Did he say to be there at four or to be there by four? In the end she decided to wait until five of.
As she waited she surveyed the house and its surroundings. It was a large modern home in an affluent neighborhood. At five of four, she scurried through the gate into the backyard. There she kicked off her shoes and slipped out of her dress, which she draped over a chair on the patio.
She opened the sliding glass
