Sometimes Life Is Not a Bowl of CherriesChapter 11
Mrs. Clarke was at the side door watching as I approached. She smiled brightly. She looked really excited. She must have quite an evening planned. She was dressed to kill. She let me in and I told her how beautiful she looked. I wished her a happy anniversary and she thanked me. She pointed out a piece of paper on the refrigerator door with her and her husband's cell phone numbers. She told me where they were going and promised to be home by one o'clock. She apologized for keeping me up...