"I got this for working at the garden club sale." It was a palepink t-shirt with a bouquet of red roses on the front. "I thought I wastaking an M, bu...t instead it was XXL. It's much to big for me." Andhere." She handed me a bottle. "It's a citrus facial scrub. A woman'sskin is her second most important feature." I looked down at my chest."No, it's our hair. You're lacking in that department too. Good night."She went back into our bedroom. I could hear her crying.The next morning I waited until. After the stress of dealing with work, being able to just let it all go was so soothing mentally.I was enjoying the sensation when I heard a voice.“Mick, Keri just called and she is gonna be real late. There was a huge financial disaster in Japan and she has to deal with it. She said that she is sorry and is worried that you are really stressed. She said that you were acting tight at lunch and told me to be sure you were not worried about her and that she needed for you to be relaxed when she. Her face was rather plain and sheseemed to project a total disregard for femininity, coarseblack hair cut severely short, bushy untended eyebrows, atotal lack of jewelry, and baggy dark colored clothing. Herexpression seemed detached, coolly superior, as if she wereindulgently watching the rest of the world make fools ofthemselves. Her demeanor reminded him of Morticia Addams -an impression she seemed to cultivate.Bob awkwardly rose from his seat and smiled at her nervously.He wiped his palm on. !The phone snapped him out of his reverie."No, I'm sorry, Mrs. Dexter is not here," he lied. "... Instant Press? Okay, I'll have her give a call the beginning of next week."Damn phone! Just when he was getting into some real heart-throbbing thought! Well ... as long as the spell was broken, might as well get down to business."397-8294," he muttered around the stem of his pipe tightly clenched between his teeth. "Hope to hell she's home."* * *Friday afternoon and Ann Dexter was all thumbs with.