Chapter Six
Tony finished off a second beer and tossed the bottle into a return box in the laundry room. He returned to the kitchen and attacked the sink full of dishes that had been accumulating since Melanie left. She was certainly a better housekeeper than he was, and a better cook. He missed her though, not just because of those things; he missed her vitality and warmth, her beautiful face, her smile, her laughter and the fire in her eyes, her remarkable mind for creation, and of course the way she made love to him. Their stunning fights however had all too harsh an edge anymore, an unpleasant result, so it seemed, of their move to this house ten months before. Tony thought about his afternoon in the attic reading Daisy Markham's journal. He was sure now that it was the caus
