Chapter Twelve
It was nearly eight at night and Tony was worried sick. He paced the living room that still bore traces of the party the night before. Melanie had not yet run the vacuum and that was just one of the many worries that had him troubled. The kitchen was still strewn with dishes. They hadn't made a dent in the clean-up, when their passions claimed the rest of the night, and they left an uncharacteristic mess. It was unlike Melanie to leave the house without putting everything back in order. In the morning, Tony had to be at the University for a class. A meeting afterwards lasted longer than he planned. When he called at noon to let Melanie know he wouldn't be home until after lunch, she didn't answer. That didn't surprise him, she could be out shopping. But com
