“This thing sure promotes togetherness, doesn’t it?” I said.
“Okay by me.”
It was a comment, not a complaint.
“God, this is the life, isn’t it?”
“You said a mouthful there.”
When darkness finally settled over our little valley, we went inside and nuked a couple of frozen entrées. On the deck we consumed the entrées and sipped our wine for a while, but it had been a long day and we were both tired, so we didn’t linger. I took my laptop up to the loft and plugged in the cable modem. There were a couple of messages from Janet, and I replied, letting her know that we’d arrived safely and that I would see her Monday morning. We locked up for the night and went to bed.
Orlando, FL
IN A HOTEL ROOM in Orlando, the killer decided to check the Internet one last time before he went to bed. He read George’s message to his co-worker. There’s one problem solved, he thought, and he was glad that he’d had nothing to drink earlier in the evening.