Chapter Fourteen
Sylvia’s Piece
To some people s*x is s*x, to Lisa, s*x is theater. To me, s*x is opera –but then, I’m another story.
— Tiffany Clark as Renee, in Hot Dreams
Linda met me at the door to Sylvia’s place, craned her neck out to glance quickly up and down the street, and yanked me into the house with a “Hey…get in here.”
“Hi, ahh...what’s going on? Where’s Sylvia?”
“Gone to some conference at Big Sur, you know one of those arty-type things. Left yesterday. She wanted me to come over to feed the dogs,” she added, grabbing my hand to lead me down the hallway to what I knew to be Sylvia’s spare room. “You have got to see this!”
She opened the door and found the light, revealing a cluttered room, one with that eerily still feeling of a room long used for storage. It was a ro
