The Sleepless
“I haven’t taken a vacation in years. Every day, another dead body. You know what I mean?’ ‘It must be pretty depressing,’ said Michael. ‘Oh, no way, it’s not depressing. It’s just boring. You know what I mean? You’ve seen one pancreas, you’ve seen them all.’ They drove into New Seabury just before eleven, and Michael turned into his own yard and blasted the horn. Patsy immediately opened the kitchen door and came running down the wooden stairs, dressed in tight jeans and a pink checkered shirt, her hair pinned back. Michael held her tight and she felt just as warm and sexy as she’d ever felt, and she smelled of Lauren, just like she’d always smelled. ‘This is Victor Unpronounceable,’ he said at last, turning around. ‘Kurylowicz,’ said Victor, holding out his hand. Patsy shook his hand and smiled at him. ‘It’s good to meet you. Michael told me all about you, on the phone.’ ‘Not the truth, I hope.’ ‘He said you were a friend.’ They climbed the steps to the kitchen, and then walked throu...gh to the living-room, with its two worn-out sofas and its jumble-sale chairs; its stunning blue-and-white view of the ocean.MoreLess
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