“I hesitated, with my fingers poised over the keyboard of my Roland electronic piano. I heard more laughter, a woman, and a man’s voice saying, “You’re crazy. You know that? You’re totally crazy.” I knew I was being nosy, but I stood up and walked barefoot through the living room and looked out of the open window. I saw a red-haired woman in a green satin dress climbing the front steps, unsteadily, as if she had been drinking. Close behind her came Victor Solway, in a white dress shirt with his ...bow tie dangling loose, and a maroon tuxedo slung over his arm. Maroon, yet. He was deeply tanned, Victor Solway, with two white wings on either side of his jet-black hair. He looked like George Hamilton’s shorter and bulkier brother. He made a playful grab for the woman’s bottom as she reached the top of the steps, and she screamed and flapped her pocketbook at him. “My friend Daisy warned me about you! She told me you couldn’t be trusted to keep your hands to yourself!” “You’re blaming me?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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