Chapter Five
Silk
One night at the beginning of the third week, Lisa came home and went through the same ritual: glass of water in the kitchen, undressing in the bathroom, timidly sliding into our bed careful to leave space between us. I waited, expectantly, for the recorder and the complete description Frank insisted on. But she was silent. Finally, I asked, “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Billy,” she turned to me, “the man’s insane. I can’t do it. I really can’t do it.”
“You’ve thought that before and you always managed.” I could hear the anger in my voice. “I’m sorry, Lisa. I didn’t mean that they way it sounded. I guess this is wearing me down, too.” She didn’t say anything. “Tell me,” I said, “what’s the next step in Frank’s plan to destroy us?”
She waited awhile longe
