Adams ApplesChapter 15 Conjugal Visits
“MMM. COFFEE. You’re a godsend, Ms. Baines,” I said as I rolled to accept my morning libation. “Who?” demanded Elizabeth, standing beside the bed and looking as if she was ready to pour the coffee over my head. “Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” I screamed, scuttling to the far side of the bed. “Darling! When did you get here?” “Apparently, not soon enough. Who is this hussy you were expecting to bring you coffee in bed?” she yelled. “It’s not what you think!” I called back. That sounded...