Chapter Thirteen
Elizabeth Anderson rolled over. It was Monday. She and Frank had been shacked up since Friday, his place first and her place last night. His apartment had rented furniture and a single bed, a residence suitable for a man separated from his wife, but her condo had a double bed, a great view, clean sheets, and fresh ground coffee in the kitchen.
Liz had purchased this out of the way condo and moved from above the liquor store soon after her mother died. Fact is, she preferred living far from her sisters and besides the liquor store was Robin’s bag, not hers. What if Robin finds out her little sister is f*****g her husband? Liz wondered and eased closer to the warm body snoring at her naked backside. Frank had been a gentle lover, and while his p***s was adequate, it wasn’t
