Snippet of the Day
They had dinner out back, the three of them. Marty asked Dan a lot of questions about his profession. It was easier to keep the focus on Dan. Marty kept things flowing, not allowing for any uncomfortable silences or a shift in conversation. A safe place, not having to choose between lies and the truth.
The darker it became, the more of a visual thief Marty became, the dim glow of the citronella candles aiding him. He peeled the layers of Allie away, looking below the ones for show. Dan excused himself, going into the house. Marty’s lungs pulled in a rush of air, welcoming the breather. He waited for Dan to shut the glass door, having put on the central air earlier.
“How dare you torment me with that dress,” he mumbled, grinding his teeth. Just talking about it had his flesh flaming.
“I didn’t mean to,” Allie whispered.
Marty gave her a savage look. “Wait until he’s gone. You’re in big trouble.”
The door slid open and Dan emerged through the darkness, carrying another tray with pie and coffee.
“So where’s our friend Tess these days?” Dan set the tray down, his glance moving between them.
Marty shook his head. Tess was the last thing he wanted to talk about. The mere mention of her had the food curdling in his gut.
“I guess it didn’t take long for you to get acquainted with our crazy neighbor, huh, Marty?” Dan laughed.
“She has a lot of friends in Readington now,” Allie added. Her eyes flickered at his over the rim of her mug. Marty sipped his coffee, not trusting his words due to the level of liquor in his blood.
The darker it became, the more of a visual thief Marty became, the dim glow of the citronella candles aiding him. He peeled the layers of Allie away, looking below the ones for show. Dan excused himself, going into the house. Marty’s lungs pulled in a rush of air, welcoming the breather. He waited for Dan to shut the glass door, having put on the central air earlier.
“How dare you torment me with that dress,” he mumbled, grinding his teeth. Just talking about it had his flesh flaming.
“I didn’t mean to,” Allie whispered.
Marty gave her a savage look. “Wait until he’s gone. You’re in big trouble.”
The door slid open and Dan emerged through the darkness, carrying another tray with pie and coffee.
“So where’s our friend Tess these days?” Dan set the tray down, his glance moving between them.
Marty shook his head. Tess was the last thing he wanted to talk about. The mere mention of her had the food curdling in his gut.
“I guess it didn’t take long for you to get acquainted with our crazy neighbor, huh, Marty?” Dan laughed.
“She has a lot of friends in Readington now,” Allie added. Her eyes flickered at his over the rim of her mug. Marty sipped his coffee, not trusting his words due to the level of liquor in his blood.
“No kidding, mm.” Dan started hacking away at his pie.
THE SOUTH WINDOW
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THE SOUTH WINDOW
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