another. There was not the slightest hint of tension in her, or of
conflict of any kind.
Maybe they knew what they had the same as I did.
Someone special. Someone to whom the rules did not apply. And, like
me, asked no questions.
We should have asked.
But there are all kinds of sins, aren't there.
I know them all by now.
I took Monday off. Called in sick. I'd never done it before, not
once, so there was no trouble. The rain had passed with the weekend.
It was a hot, bright morning- the first of July- and we decided to
drive to the beach again.
Steven picked us up in the royal blue Le Baron. He and Kim had already
gone on their little shopping spree, so the trunk was full of beer and
the usual delicacies. I felt glad to be left out of that particular
part of it. Steve was in a terrific mood. I wondered aloud if it was
the stealing
"Nah. That's always fun, sure. But my sister's home, see? And guess
who's left her little shit of a husband? Young Babs of Radcliffe,
that's who. Still all drawly and horsey-looking and completely tit
less but free at last. And god! Is she ever driving my parents' nuts!
All she does these past couple of days is give them tears and
arrogance and general craziness, and all those other good things that
come with shedding a rich partner and every bit of it's directed at
them.
"That's the best part. Because they got her into it, you see? They
just absolutely loved Robert Cowpie Jessup. Not to mention Jessup
Laboratories. Oh, they are catching royal fucking helll This morning
over breakfast on the pa-tee-oh she called them leeches. Can you
imagine? Leeches! And last night it was pimps.
"I am having a hell of a time, I tell you."
"Lots of good feeling between you and the folks, huh?"
You could have wished it to happen every morning. At least he wasn't
driving like a maniac. We took the coast road out at a nice, easy pace
for a change. A pleasant little drive in the country with a trunk full
of stolen caviar. When we passed the Crouch place he looked at me and
grinned.