Chapter 26
The knock on Harry’s hotel room door was insistent. Three sharp raps in quick succession.
Assuming it was an impatient housekeeper, Harry called back groggily from the bed, “Come back later?”
Esther’s angry voice shot back, “Harambee, if you don’t open the door this instant, there won’t be any later!”
That got his eyes open. Clad only in his shorts, he shuffled over to the door and opened it.
She was standing there in a jumpsuit with a colorful neck scarf and holding an overnight bag. There were beads of sweat on her forehead.
“Just what was in your fool head?” she demanded.
Harry fumfered, “I guess Aldo must’ve —”
Shoving past him, she took one bold step in and turned back.
She asked breathlessly, “So, have you showered since you went home with that albino prune?”
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