Oliver felt a jolt of
electricity, remembering.
He looked around the house and ruffled Woof's ears. "See you tomorrow.
So long Verdi--wherever you are." He drove away in the dark and began
collecting himself for computer work.
His schedule was perfect. The reports ran correctly. He made an extra
set of backups and had time to clean out his desk before midnight. The
operating system went in without a hitch. Shortly after one, he eased
up Suzanne's driveway.
Her lights were on.
"Hi, there," he called softly as he stepped inside. She came
immediately to the door and held open her arms. "Mmmm, you look
sleepy," Oliver said.
"I've been reading, mostly, waiting for you. I took a nap after church.
Are you very tired?"
"Not really. I took a nap, too."
"Want some tea? I have one strawberry jam left from last summer."
"Love some." He stepped back and looked at her white bathrobe. "Does
this come off?"
"Pull here," she said, offering him one end of the cotton belt.
"Later," he said. "I was just curious what was underneath."
"_I_ am underneath," she said. They had tea and toast in the kitchen.
"Your quilt is a big hit."
"Oliver, you spent too much.
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