Chapter 6Frank Charles eyes moved slowly around the room, taking in the empty built-in mahogany bookshelves and his high backed leather chair behind the desk. A black leather love seat, set on the braided oval rug he bought on a trip to New Mexico, was flanked by the tiffany floor lamp he inherited from his mother. He smiled at the thought of Alice's frustration with his hodgepodge of furniture and his apparent lack of decorating style. The door to his study was always kept shut to protect her from embarrassment in front of her haughty friends. A fact that both amused and pleased Frank, as his study was the one area of his life Alice knew better than to meddle in. This was his man room.
Tell-tell imprints showed where pictures once hung on the now faded walls. Boxes were piled against the
