The Heat WaveChapter 5
Karen showed up at about a quarter to twelve -- long after I realized belatedly that she must be pulling a double. Pete and I were on the couch watching one of those late-night guys when the doorbell rang. I got up and opened the door and there she stood, looking ragged and smelling smoky. "I hope it was worth it," I muttered. "Me, too," she croaked. "Where is Petey?" "Pete," I replied gruffly, "is in watching TV. Do you have ANY IDEA what calling him Petey does to his...