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It seemed appropriate to preface my confession with a sigh. "It's gonna hurt for a while," I admitted. "I feel especially bad about Brenda Cashman. I knew from the start that I shouldn't have taken her with me. If I'd have followed through on all of this like a sane man instead of dragging her out to Chambers Bay with me, she'd still be alive. Maybe I'll get smart one of these days and take your advice. Get myself a little hideaway on some pristine little pond and spend the rest of my days contemplating my inverted navel." |
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"So that's what's at the bottom of all this," Cosmo grunted. "A woman! It had to be more than you were telling us. You've been through worse." |
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Still, Cosmo lingered, and I knew from experience that there was even more on his mind, maybe something he hadn't told me. Finally he harumphed and pushed himself away from the wall. "Even if you're not ready for this, I still think you should know." He walked solemnly to the door, opened it and spoke to someone standing in the hall. "Would you come in now?" |
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A shadow fell across the bed first, and the doorway was suddenly filled with a young, round woman with coal black hair and a full face half-hidden by large, horn-rimmed glasses. The face was dominated by a look |
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