Chapter Three

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Chapter Three Home Sweet Home “I don’t believe it!” a livid Sharon screeched. Her eyes were wild with anger, her arms gesticulating with all the passionate anger that vented around the morning room where a calm Peter Kimball sat drinking his morning coffee. “She’s been gone three days and you didn’t know until yesterday? Where the hell did you think she was? You live in the same house!” She moved toward him, anger preceding her like a firestorm. With her face just inches from his, he backed away in his chair, awed. “She never leaves unless you or I take her somewhere, and you don’t have any idea that she’s been gone the last two days. You didn’t bother to miss her, to wonder why you didn’t see her at meals, even if it was only to get a glimpse over your damned Wall Street Journal!” The irate brunette stood up, turned away in frustration, then turned back seething, her hands crossed over her chest, that lovely chest heaving with ire that would not pass for a long time. “Sometimes it’s like that here, Sharon. We…” he hesitated, wincing, being somewhat embarrassed, “often live in our own worlds. This is a very big house.” “That’s no excuse for being a thoughtless ass.” “Damn, Sharon, what am I supposed to do? She’s mopes about, glum as soggy toast, and I get a little tired of the act.” “It’s not an act. She’s withering away in this marriage. Can’t you see that?” “Apparently there isn’t a marriage anymore.” She stared at him in stupefied wonder, immediately speechless. “That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say? You’re just going to assume that she’s off on a lark, maybe come back, maybe not, and you don’t really give a gnat’s ass? You’re contemptible, Peter Kimball, a lout, a boorish ass, an inconsiderate bastard and…” she paused as more words failed her, “a nincompoop!” “Why the hell are you so pissed! What have you done for her recently?” “I was in Spain, Peter, on a buying trip. I can’t be here every minute to make sure my sister-in-law doesn’t wilt away like your flowers in this dreadful heat.” She gazed out to the patio where the impatiens and fuchsias looked irreversibly damaged and sighed wearily. “You know she would have seen that they were watered every day,” her voice turned softer, though it was cloaked in sadness. “That she would,” he agreed quietly. “So what happens now? You have called the police?” “Of course. I’m not the villain you think I am. I want her back. I want to make amends, but how can I do that when she’s not here?” “You’re not the least bit concerned that she might have been kidnapped,” Sharon’s emotions flared again, “that she’s not lying dead, the victim of a rapist or murderer?” “Yes, I’ve thought of that,” he tried staying calm. “And you’re not frantic with worry?” “Yes, Sharon, I am. But I deal with these things in different ways than you. I try not to get ugly.” “Oh, that’s a cheap shot.” “And I’m supposed to ignore the nasty things you just barked at me?” She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I’m just so worried.” “We have every right to be, but if it makes any difference, I don’t think she’s dead. I don’t think she’s even in danger.” “How do you conclude that?” “My gut.” “Oh, as if you were somehow psychically connected?” she spit sarcastically. “We once were.” “Yes, I suppose you were. What happened?” He pushed his coffee cup back and it clattered in its saucer. Then he rose to his feet and moved toward the window, staring out as he stood beside his sister. His hands sunk deep in the pockets of his khaki silk slacks; his stiff blue dress shirt hadn’t a wrinkle on its starched surface. “I’ll have someone water those plants. She’ll be a wreck if they die before she returns.” “If she returns,” Sharon added. “You doubt that?” “I do, Peter. I don’t think she’s coming back.” “Well, I guess we’ll just wait and see. I’m meeting with the police chief in an hour, and Mim’s been calling all her friends.” “Her friends?” “You know, the ladies in that gardening guild and at the club.” “Like they would really know where she’s gone?” “That’s just it. No one knows anything about her.” Sharon smirked with discontent, silently thinking, ‘You’re right, but if anyone should know her, it’s you.’
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