CHAPTER TWO
For an unemployed woman, Wanda felt surprisingly good when she woke in the morning. Neither the loss of her job or the job she did on the bottle of Scotch the night before bothered her at all.
Naked, she walked into the kitchen to put the coffee on before going into the bathroom. Because Wanda was up earlier thsn the sun this morning, it was a bit on the dark side in the kitchen. She chose to fumble around in the half light instead of turning on the light since lights on in the morning just didn't seem right to her somehow.
As she reached for the coffee cannister on the shelf beside the window, Wanda's eye was caught by a motion in a window across the narrow alley. That particular apartment had been vacant for some time and she was glad to realize that those bare windows wou
