All of my earlier tension was gone, the cramp in my calf non-existent, all replaced by a nice calm floaty feeling. It was almost as if having Anise’s arm over me was the only thing keeping me from drifting up off the bed and sticking to the ceiling. So when I heard the front door open and then close again, I ignored it and just snuggled in a little tighter.
It wasn’t until I heard the distinctive staccato click of Miss Baxter’s heels drumming on the hardwood floor that I realized that we had left the door to Anise’s bedroom wide open. I lifted my head ever so slightly to peer into the eyes of Miss Baxter, standing in her perfectly-pressed trouser suit and reaching for the doorknob.
“So, how was she?” Miss Baxter was wearing a tight-lipped expression that I realized was about as close as she got to an impish grin.
I pulled my hand out from under the covers and gave her a little thumbs-up. She turned and quietly closed the door, while I went back to enjoying the warmth of Anise.