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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
The horror of the nightmare that had invaded her more harmless dreams two or three times a year began to subside, though with it, the delicious ending. The paralysis that had kept her head on her pillow, her body in the middle of the bed and tangled in her satin sheets, slowly weakened. She reached over her head and spread the thick curtains. The feeble morning light shot daggers through her brain. She closed her eyes and began to rub them but the inside of her lids were like sandpaper. Dragging her cottony tongue slowly over her lips, she tried to remember the night before but after a long moment she exclaimed anxiously, “I can’t remember!” She pushed herself up to a sitting position and immediately grabbed her head. A ‘shit’ escaped her. Slowly, she pushed her bare legs over the side of her bed. She looked down at her rose-colored, satin pillow – oh, how inviting. How she wanted to go back to sleep! But she rarely called in sick and now wasn’t one of those times. Besides, she would be the sole employee at the restaurant for at least an hour so whom would she call?
She felt better, less anxious, after the fog partially lifted from her brain. After drying her slim body and after dressing in a coral silk blouse, flowery blue cotton skirt and mismatched sandals she took the two steps up to the kitchen, made herself an espresso and sat at her oblong dining room table that was on the same level as the kitchen, the little cup to her lips. The caffeine from the cup of strong coffee rushed to her head. Everything became clearer. While sipping her coffee, she stood and gazed out appraisingly at her beautiful living room. “Cozy and at the same time elegant. I have my grandmother to thank for most of the furnishings. Of course a man sitting over there in his loosely-tied, silk dressing gown barely covering a ripped, naked body would make it even cozier and even more elegant.” She had to admit that she was lonely. Had been lonely everywhere she had gone. She hadn’t stayed in one place or given herself enough time to make friends, male or female. What was wrong with her?
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“Just a minute,” she said as she held up her index finger, turned back to the desk and reached for a letter, “The electricity bill—”
“Go! I’ll do the ordering, Barbara. I can do that.” He sat, opened the top, smaller drawer of the desk and leaned inside.
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