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me with toothpaste commercial teeth and then said to Eddie, “I guess I’ll see you again later.” She looked back towards the maître d’ podium just as a man approached it from outside. “Gotta go. My date wouldn’t let the valet park his car.”
We watched her leave. She looked as good going as she did coming. If Eddie knew women like her, I wondered why he was dating me. He must have noticed me watching her because he said, “It’s not what you think.”
“What do I think?”
“You think, ‘This is his first day in Waalboek and he’s spent it chasing women.’ It’s not true.” Eddie picked up his menu again.
“OK.”
He lowered his menu. “Just OK? I was hoping you’d care enough to want to know how I know her.”
I put down my menu. “OK, so who is she and why does she expect to see you later?”
“Desk clerk at the hotel. Just checked me in a few hours ago. Then she told me where I could find an ATM and gave me directions to your place. All on the up and up.”
“Feel better now?”
“Yes, I do. A man’s nothing without his reputation.”
We had a leisurely dinner. Eddie had a steak, me the fish special and we split a bottle of Bordeaux. When dessert came, I watched him eat the house dessert, a creampuff filled with soft vanilla ice cream covered with chocolate and whipped cream. It was bad enough watching him eat it but then I had to listen to him rave about it.
As we relaxed over coffee, the waiter brought the check and Eddie handed him his credit card. Our talk turned back to the Kewpie killings and I asked, “New York aside, do you have any other leads on that clown’s death?”
Eddie pushed back from the table and said, “I did find one lead. About 20 years before, the dead clown worked for a while at another Florida carnival, where there was a murder suicide, a husband and wife.”
“Yes, I think I read about them. The carny owner and his wife. You think that there’s a connection between their deaths and the clown’s?”
“They knew each other plus the owner, his wife and the clown each had a Kewpie with the head snapped off. We also heard that the clown and the dead owner had a falling out. Seems the clown was a big draw and he left for a bigger show. After that, business at the first carnival started to slide.”
“That sounds like motive.”
“Yeah, but that first case was 20 years ago. The owner and this wife were long dead by then.
The waiter returned. Eddie signed his name and then drove me home. As we sat in the car, I felt natural and easy. Eddie made me feel at home wherever we were. We got out of his rental and walked up the stairs where I stood with my back against my door and faced him. Eddie raised his arm, leaned in and kissed me on the mouth.
When he finished, I put my hand around his neck, pulled him closer and kissed him back.
Eddie asked, “Can I come in?”
Chapter Seven – Time changes everything
I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to hook up but thought I might want something long term. I was afraid to seem cheap.
“You’re hesitating. That’s a good sign.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. If you didn’t like me, the answer would be a fast ‘No’. Also, the fact you’re thinking about your answer tells me you care what I think about you. That’s good because I care what you think about me. Maybe I can come in? We can chat and save the hot, sweaty but wonderful sex for another date?”
“How can a girl refuse a rain check for hot, sweaty but wonderful sex? C’mon in.”
I made coffee and we talked. Then, I made more coffee and we talked some more.
After a while, we got around to how we both grew up without siblings.
I said, “Mom couldn’t have any more kids after me. She felt guilty I was an only child and tried to make it up by playing with me.”
“Lots of parents play with their kids.”
“Yeah, but with her, it was a mission. After a few years, it was obvious. You know how sometimes you arrange your social life to make a
We watched her leave. She looked as good going as she did coming. If Eddie knew women like her, I wondered why he was dating me. He must have noticed me watching her because he said, “It’s not what you think.”
“What do I think?”
“You think, ‘This is his first day in Waalboek and he’s spent it chasing women.’ It’s not true.” Eddie picked up his menu again.
“OK.”
He lowered his menu. “Just OK? I was hoping you’d care enough to want to know how I know her.”
I put down my menu. “OK, so who is she and why does she expect to see you later?”
“Desk clerk at the hotel. Just checked me in a few hours ago. Then she told me where I could find an ATM and gave me directions to your place. All on the up and up.”
“Feel better now?”
“Yes, I do. A man’s nothing without his reputation.”
We had a leisurely dinner. Eddie had a steak, me the fish special and we split a bottle of Bordeaux. When dessert came, I watched him eat the house dessert, a creampuff filled with soft vanilla ice cream covered with chocolate and whipped cream. It was bad enough watching him eat it but then I had to listen to him rave about it.
As we relaxed over coffee, the waiter brought the check and Eddie handed him his credit card. Our talk turned back to the Kewpie killings and I asked, “New York aside, do you have any other leads on that clown’s death?”
Eddie pushed back from the table and said, “I did find one lead. About 20 years before, the dead clown worked for a while at another Florida carnival, where there was a murder suicide, a husband and wife.”
“Yes, I think I read about them. The carny owner and his wife. You think that there’s a connection between their deaths and the clown’s?”
“They knew each other plus the owner, his wife and the clown each had a Kewpie with the head snapped off. We also heard that the clown and the dead owner had a falling out. Seems the clown was a big draw and he left for a bigger show. After that, business at the first carnival started to slide.”
“That sounds like motive.”
“Yeah, but that first case was 20 years ago. The owner and this wife were long dead by then.
The waiter returned. Eddie signed his name and then drove me home. As we sat in the car, I felt natural and easy. Eddie made me feel at home wherever we were. We got out of his rental and walked up the stairs where I stood with my back against my door and faced him. Eddie raised his arm, leaned in and kissed me on the mouth.
When he finished, I put my hand around his neck, pulled him closer and kissed him back.
Eddie asked, “Can I come in?”
Chapter Seven – Time changes everything
I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to hook up but thought I might want something long term. I was afraid to seem cheap.
“You’re hesitating. That’s a good sign.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. If you didn’t like me, the answer would be a fast ‘No’. Also, the fact you’re thinking about your answer tells me you care what I think about you. That’s good because I care what you think about me. Maybe I can come in? We can chat and save the hot, sweaty but wonderful sex for another date?”
“How can a girl refuse a rain check for hot, sweaty but wonderful sex? C’mon in.”
I made coffee and we talked. Then, I made more coffee and we talked some more.
After a while, we got around to how we both grew up without siblings.
I said, “Mom couldn’t have any more kids after me. She felt guilty I was an only child and tried to make it up by playing with me.”
“Lots of parents play with their kids.”
“Yeah, but with her, it was a mission. After a few years, it was obvious. You know how sometimes you arrange your social life to make a
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