'I was thinking the same thing. About leaving.'
The alley was so crowded with cars and sightseers that it took awhile to get to the street.
They rode a long time in silence.
Jill stared out the window at the night but really didn't say anything.
'How you doing?' he said.
'Pretty good.'
'You look beautiful.'
She smiled. 'Yeah, I'll bet.'
Then his alarm went off.
'Well, guess what time it is?'
'Why don't I say it this time?' She was getting in the spirit of his little game and it felt good. 'We'll alternate. Every other five minutes, I'll tell you that I love you.'
'Hey, that's not a bad idea.'
'All right,' she said. 'I love you.'
When they reached a red stoplight, she leaned over and gave him a long and passionate kiss.
'Hey,' he said, 'this is just like being a teenager again.'
Later that night, in bed, they both decided they were too tired to do anything so they tried to sleep but couldn't. Then they decided they might as well do something because there wasn't anything else to do anyway.
So they did something and they had a great time doing it and then they finally got to sleep there in the dawning light, wrapped round each other in true, tender and groggy love.
***
There was a Christmas Eve party at Jill's a month later. kate was there, and Mitch of course, and March (having recuperated from the terrible cold she'd caught from being tied up naked in the basement all those hours) and Doris, too, looking drawn and pale but seeming determined to have a good time for herself. She said her plans were to sell the mansion and move to the family ranch in Montana.
They mentioned only briefly the events of the past few weeksthe suicide of Arthur K. Halliwell, for instance, and the indictment of the three prominent citizens who had helped Peter fake his execution.
They exchanged gifts, and Marcy got pleasantly potted on the rhubarb wine she was drinking (Kate had picked her up because they lived in the same neighborhood) and Doris sang some medieval Christmas carols, Jill not having exaggerated how well Doris sang and played the guitar.
And after it was all over, after the guests were gone, after Mitch had helped with the dishes and Jill helped Mitch get the cherry cobbler stain out of his best white shirt… after that, they went to bed and held each other fast, feeling a dizzying assortment of thingslove and lust and friendship and admiration among them.
And then Jill said, 'Just a minute.'
And went out and put on her very favorite record, her
Perry Como Christmas Album record, the one she'd loved since she was six years old.
Table of Contents
PART ONE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
PART TWO
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 42
CHAPTER 43
CHAPTER 44
CHAPTER 45
CHAPTER 46
CHAPTER 48
CHAPTER 49
CHAPTER 50
CHAPTER 51
CHAPTER 52
CHAPTER 53
PART THREE
CHAPTER 54
CHAPTER 55
CHAPTER 56
CHAPTER 57
CHAPTER 58
CHAPTER 59
CHAPTER 60
CHAPTER 61
CHAPTER 62
CHAPTER 63
CHAPTER 64
CHAPTER 65