Chapter Twenty Four

Finishing her toilet, Kim went to her linen closet and opened a brand-new set of sheets. They were candy-striped red and white. After changing the double bed, she ran the back of her hand lightly over the crisp percale, loving the feeling. What in the world am I thinking about? she wondered. Why in hell am I doing such a dumb thing now? Did I blow out my mind at that stupid picnic?

Slipping on a white terry robe, she let it hang open and went out to her living room. Already it was 10:30, but for some reason she didn’t head for bed. Instead she just sat on the sofa with her head back and concentrated her mind on the memory of her kiss with Brad. Oh, God! I love him so! she admitted to herself. What a stinking shame that I have all the curves of a straight stick. The events of the afternoon and the cheering of her colleagues had simply not registered.

Then she heard the door buzzer. People in the apartment complex were always locking themselves out. Over the months they had learned who