Whiskers followed his progress from window to window, meowing encouragement from inside. I was perversely pleased to see that he had no more luck than I.
“So you really are out in the cold,” he said.
“And it’s getting colder. It’s breezy under here.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” I said quickly. “Just break a window and get me in!”
“I guess there’s no alternative. But let’s make certain it’s absolutely necessary first.” And so saying, he pulled open the storm door of my apartment and tried the front door.
It opened obediently.
I stared at the open door, feeling betrayed. “But it clicked!”
“Yeah. That was probably the storm door.”
I wanted to gnash my teeth.
I had finished my second eye when I realized that my dress was still in the car. I grabbed my red coat out from under Whiskers, who had decided that if it was dumped on my bed, it could be his bed. He glared at me and I glared back. I went once again to my traitorous front door.
“Well, your eyes match,” Curt said as he looked up from the magazine he was reading. Today’s Christian Woman. I bet he was enjoying that. “But something tells me you’re not quite ready yet.”
“My dress is still in the car.”
“I’ll get it. At least I’m decent.” And he grinned.
I looked down and saw that while I clutched my coat closed above the waist, below the waist the left side had caught behind me when I swung it on. The only thing I can say is that it wasn’t quite as bad as if I’d caught my skirt in my panty hose.
When I finally got myself together and emerged from the bedroom in one piece, Curt let out a low wolf whistle.
Suddenly the evening looked enchanted.
I chatted happily as we drove across town, telling Curt all about Edie’s troubles. “And Tom’s still missing,” I concluded.
Curt raised an eyebrow. “Missing?”
I nodded, grinning at him.
“I can tell by your smile that you’re very concerned.”
I blinked. “Of course I’m concerned.” I leaned toward him and smiled again, full wattage. “I’m smiling because I’m with you,” I all but purred.
This time he blinked.
City Hall was a beautiful old stone mansion. I loved the grounds with the gracious beech whose branches swept the ground like the skirts of a great lady, the towering oak that stood like a sentinel watching over the lady and the glorious magnolias whose waxen, white petals even now promised spring as they dared a frost to wither their beauty.
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