Chapter 42: Overwhelmed by Desire

The second option could work too. When the time came, I'd lock the door from the inside. If Beatrice showed up, I'd duck back into the closet. I'd done it enough times-no big deal. What worried me was if Beatrice came looking for me in the middle of the night. That would be a real pain in the ass, even if it was unlikely. We sat quietly, eyes on the TV. After about ten minutes, Beatrice said, "You two keep watching. I'm going upstairs to rest." "Okay, Mom, be careful on the stairs," Leslie said. "You...