Chapter 5: Chapter 5

I gave myself a shake, pushed that from my mind, and turned my attention to other things.

The suit he was wearing, for instance. It was lightweight and wrinkle-proof, the best kind for unexpected trips out of the country, but it was a cheap suit at best, probably purchased at some chain store, and I knew he had others that were more suitable for his new position as Deputy Director of Interior Affairs. Perhaps I’d visit his apartment and see if any of those suits were salvageable.

If I intended to do so, however, I’d have to call my secretary to inform her I wouldn’t be in. It was too early to call in to State. I’d wait until 8:30, when I knew she’d be at her desk.

Meanwhile, I wandered into the living room, in the mood for a little Dinah Washington. I put her Mad About The Boy CD on the stereo system and set one particularcut on repeat. The lady did have a smooth voice.

Whistling along with “What a Difference a Day Makes,” I climbed the stairs to my bedroom.