Dark Don't Catch Me (1984)
“As she watches him, she removes her black cotton gloves and black-veiled hat in an abstract fashion, setting them on the round redwood lamp table by her suede pocket-book, and on top the note from Fick announcing that he will be at a board of trustees meeting probably until after eight.
She is a small, Roux-flaxen-haired woman with a good shape, slightly too prominent bust-wise, so that she appears a trifle top-heavy; but slim, with fine thin legs; pretty-faced, with jade almond-shaped eyes; and a rather startlingly sensual-looking mouth for one with small, narrow lips.
It is just after six, still light outdoors but growing dark, and in the living room it’s dim and shadowy. Restlessly she fumbles for a cigarette, scratches a match to light it, and lets the smoke out from her lungs in short, quick clouds. She waits until Major comes as far up the lawn as the cellar steps, where he is taking the trash can; then she raises the window and calls out to him.
“Yes, ma’am?” he says. “Oh, hello, ma’am.
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