Heard it grow closer and closer, then pause. I heard its roar from miles away in the still of the country night. It was his bad black ’68 Norton Commando I heard first. But, hey, you want the whole story, you’re going to get the whole story-poopy and all. And definitely not some thing I thought I’d ever be caught doing for any midget human life form, particularly my own. Not the height of glamorous living, I’ll give you that one. I WAS CHANGING TRACY’S diapers at four o’clock in the morning when Thor Gibbs showed up. She sleeps next to me, secure in the belief that I know what I’m doing. But then I awaken, and realize that it is my own house that is creaking, from the wind, and that I am in the master bedroom. For a moment I think it is my father on his way down to the kitchen for a glass of milk in the night, and that I am in my old room, snug in my narrow bed. SOMETIMES AS I SLEEP I hear a creak on the stairs. Preview: The Man Who Loved Women to Death
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