|See? Not only underpants.|
June 24--Mexico, Olmec, Baby Figure. Julian left before the sun was fully risen. He took his briefcase and managed to drive away without waking her. Carol jerked awake, her left arm flung out reaching for him. His pillow was cold. What time was it? She squinted at the blue LCD numerals on her alarm clock. Seven-fifteen. When had he left? She vaguely remembered screaming at him about one of his partners. Oh, she had drunk way too much wine last night. What was it about Andrew Larsen that had made her so angry? She tottered into the bathroom for some aspirin. Good old aspirin washed down with a gallon of water can cure anything. Well it was a start, anyway.
Haven't got a clue where that came from or where it's going. I'm going to wake up Durwood and make some caprese salads for us for lunch. You're jealous, aren't you? Deal.