Prologue
Atlanta, GA
SHE LAY QUIETLY, enjoying that delicious state that hovers between wakefulness and sleep, alternately drifting in and out of the latter. During the wakeful swings of the cycle, she was conscious only of occasional whispers of air as the central air-conditioning cycled on and off, stirring the dust motes hanging in the air as revealed by the late-afternoon sunlight filtering through the blinds of her bedroom windows. She was, as the romance novelists are fond of saying, ‘basking in the afterglow’. Their lovemaking had been more intense yet, at the same time, more tender than usual, perhaps because they had both known it would be the last time.
SHE LAY QUIETLY, enjoying that delicious state that hovers between wakefulness and sleep, alternately drifting in and out of
