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Show THREE It was afternoon before Dyna saw Frog's brown van rounding the corner by the delicatessen. In spite of her long wait in the September heat, she found herself hoping he wouldn't show. Fresh off probation, she'd had so little time to practice being law-abiding. "Too bad," she told herself as she'd been doing all day. Then she was climbing in beside her senior partner-her "ex" and there was that same bitter taste in her mouth. "Long time no see," Frog said, but Dyna stared straight ahead as if he didn't exist. One last B_ and £, she was thinking, and Frog can go screw himself! After a cruise through the tree-lined Avenues area, Frog pulled to the curb in front of 1236 Avenue C. Dyna got out. She watched as he drove forward and parked between 1236 and the next house. Then she went ahead of him up the driveway, along a walkway, and onto a front porch. It was what Frog expected. If she confronted the Doberman pinschers, he wouldn't have to. She rang the doorbell. She heard chimes, but no footsteps. She waited. Dancing maple leaves scattered light patterns across the porch and over the door, illustrating the afternoon's peace and quiet. Everyone was back in school or off at work, including Maynard and Mrs. Fletcher, she hoped, whose sacred abode they were about to violate. Dyna pushed the bell again. Still no one answered. She walked around to the rear of the house, nervously attentive to every sound, then waited until Frog walked up the driveway and joined her on the patio where he began etching a circle on the sliding glass door. Once inside, Dyna headed straight for the master bedroom as she'd been instructed. At the doorway, however, she stopped short and caught her breath. The room was beautiful! Done all in peacock colors with new furniture, matching furniture that smelled of polish. She hesitated to walk on the freshly raked carpet. Gram hated it when she traipsed across a newly scrubbed floor. Then, systematically, Dyna began opening drawers, lifting the stacks |
