The Deep End
“Eve Stanley was pacing back and forth across Joanne’s living room.
Joanne was sitting in one of two cream-colored swivel chairs situated on either side of the black marble fireplace at the far end of the oblong room. “I tried last weekend,” she said softly, feeling vaguely guilty and not sure why, except that she was feeling guilty about everything these days. “But you weren’t feeling very well, and your mother was there … The rest of the week kind of got away from me.”
“Yeah, well, I can under...stand that,” Eve admitted, falling into the other cream-colored chair and twisting it nervously back and forth. “Actually, it was Brian who mentioned that he hadn’t seen Paul’s car all week. I didn’t even notice, I’ve been so busy with my aches and pains. Include my mother on that list. Anyway,” she continued in one breath, as if to erase the earlier remark, “when I came home this afternoon, I saw Lulu sitting outside. She didn’t look very happy, by the way …”MoreLess
Joanne was sitting in one of two cream-colored swivel chairs situated on either side of the black marble fireplace at the far end of the oblong room. “I tried last weekend,” she said softly, feeling vaguely guilty and not sure why, except that she was feeling guilty about everything these days. “But you weren’t feeling very well, and your mother was there … The rest of the week kind of got away from me.”
“Yeah, well, I can under...stand that,” Eve admitted, falling into the other cream-colored chair and twisting it nervously back and forth. “Actually, it was Brian who mentioned that he hadn’t seen Paul’s car all week. I didn’t even notice, I’ve been so busy with my aches and pains. Include my mother on that list. Anyway,” she continued in one breath, as if to erase the earlier remark, “when I came home this afternoon, I saw Lulu sitting outside. She didn’t look very happy, by the way …”MoreLess
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