PLAYTIME CHAP XVIII NIGHT MOVES
Rat-a-tat. Tap tap. Knock knock. Mary roused, something was different in the house. Again – taptap. Knockknock, softly. She looked over at John, snoring on his stomach. Somebody’s at the door downstairs. The clock at bedside read 3:40 a.m. What’s going on? Robed in the red silky Chinese gown, she made her way downstairs in the darkness, went to the door and looked through the peephole. Kelly! She opened the door. “Oh my gosh, Kelly, what’s wrong! Come in!” The girl wore a...