The Price of Murder
“She had awakened when she heard the familiar sound of Lee backing the car out of the drive. She had turned over and tried to go back to sleep but she could not. She kept thinking of how grim and unfriendly Lee had been ever since he had found out about the money and taken it away from her. He had not touched her or kissed her. He had looked through her, as if she weren’t there.
She sat on the edge of her bed and stretched and yawned and then reached up under the old pajama top of Lee’s that she slept in and gently scratched her round stomach and tousled her hair with the other hand. She looked at the day and grunted with distaste and boredom. Sunday was the last day the pool was open. Now it would be closed for the winter. Damn the long miserable winter. She liked the feel of hot sun on her body. She liked the dazed laziness, the feeling of softness and content, half asleep with Ruthie propped beside her, droning away, talking, talking.
Maybe Lee would let her get a sunlamp. It wouldn...’t be the same, but it would be something.MoreLess
She sat on the edge of her bed and stretched and yawned and then reached up under the old pajama top of Lee’s that she slept in and gently scratched her round stomach and tousled her hair with the other hand. She looked at the day and grunted with distaste and boredom. Sunday was the last day the pool was open. Now it would be closed for the winter. Damn the long miserable winter. She liked the feel of hot sun on her body. She liked the dazed laziness, the feeling of softness and content, half asleep with Ruthie propped beside her, droning away, talking, talking.
Maybe Lee would let her get a sunlamp. It wouldn...’t be the same, but it would be something.MoreLess
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