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He sensed rather than heard her approach the bed. When she sat on it, he could smell soap and perfume.
Maybe perfumed soap?
She found his face with her hand.
"I've been separated from my husband for eleven months," Mrs. Glover said. "I haven't been near a man in all that time. Not until now."
He reached up and touched her hand. She caught his hand, locked fingers with him, and then moved his hand to the opening of her robe, directed it inside, and then let go.
His fingers found her breast and her nipple, which was erect. She put her hand to the back of his head and pulled his face to her breast.
When he tried to pull her down onto the bed, she resisted, then stood up.
"Not here," Mrs. Glover said throatily. "In my bed."
****
At quarter to seven the next morning, Detective Matt Payne drove into the garage beneath the Delaware Valley Cancer Society Building, and turned to look at Mrs. Glover, whose Christian name, he had learned two hours before, was Evelyn.
"What is this?" she asked.
"This is where I live. Where I have to change clothes."
"The signs says this is the Cancer Society."
"There's an attic apartment," he said.
"Oh."
"Come on up. It won't take me a minute."
"I'm not so sure that's a good idea."
"You mean, you don't want to see my etchings?"
"What happened last night was obviously insane. Maybe we better leave it at that."
"I like what happened last night."
"You should be running around with girls your own age, not having an affair with someone my age. And vice versa."
"I don't seem to have much in common with girls my own age," Matt said. "And I don't think that was the first time in the recorded history of mankind that…"
"A woman my age took a man your age into her bed?"
"Right."
"Go change your clothes, Matt. I'll wait here."
"You don't want to do that."
"Yes, I do."
"Whatever you say," Matt said, and got out of the Bug and went to the elevator.
****
When he reached the top step of the narrow stairway leading into his apartment, he saw the red light blinking on his telephone answering machine. He pulled his sweater over his head, tossed it onto the couch, went to the answering machine, and pushed the PLAY MESSAGES switch
