| "Yo~; HAVE A PROBLEM with intimacy, Laura." Laura Kinkaide rolled her gaze to the stained ce fling."Stan, I need furniture wax, not a lecture on my defec-tive psyche." As if Stan Stukowsky with his thirty-yearmarriage had any idea what it was like to be singlethese days. Stan shook his bald head, clinking through cans andtubes on cluttered, grimy shelves. "How long did--what was his name--this one last?" " I dated Peter for about three months." Laura tappedher fingers on the goo-covered worktable. "Look, I justran in to get the wax. I do not have time for this conver-sation. I m trying to get the Gibsons apartment finishedtoday." " My gosh, three whole mo~ths." Stan s voicesounded like a piece of steel goin~ough a cheesegrater. Giving up on that shelf, he [~6,nt to riffle throughthe lower shelves. She took a slow, deep breath, refusing to rise to Stan spop-psychology bait. The smells of paint, wax and an-dent wood were as thick as the dust. His muffled voice floated up to her. "How long didyou go out with the guy before him?" She knew where this was going. "Twelve weeks." |
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