Chapter 7
Beau didn’t leave it too long. He launched himself from the bed he had shared with Jeanne-Marie and went out in search of him.
But the house appeared to be empty. The rooms revealed to Beau only furnishings, paintings on the walls, appliances, and the utilities of living. But each room was empty. Jeanne-Marie, it seemed after hours of Beau hunting, did not want to be found.
“What’s wrong with him?” Beau wondered aloud, sitting on his bed again, staring outside as the day wound down into dusk, the sky’s gray only deepening into black. “Why can’t he understand that I’ve fallen in love with him, real love, true love, the kind that sees beyond the physical? Didn’t our lovemaking make that clear?”
Apparently not, because the only answer to his queries was silence. Not even a foots
