39I deleted Pat’s message.
Replaced it with one from me repeating those four letters. Signaling I was on my way.
Shut down the PC. Grabbed my bag. Locked up.
The door to the master suite stood open. Vicky was out of bed.
The door was also open to the twelve-foot-square room where I sleep.
The blind was up on the street-side window. Sunshine brightened the pale blue walls. Midnight blue carpeting cushioned my feet.
A pine headboard hugs the wall beneath the window. The queen-sized mattress and box spring extending from it were neatly covered by a light-gray bedskirt and rose-colored comforter.
I wasn’t the only woman in this house who’d had a busy morning.
In the walk-in closet, I found creased Levi’s suspended from a trouser hanger.
Freshly-washed and folded knit shirts sat on a s
