Doors of Death and Life
Chapter One
The fight was the natural, inevitable conclusion to a
horrendous evening. "You promised me," Julianne said.
"You promised, that if I let you quit the rat race you would
at least give me moral support on my job."
"That is really unfair, Jul. Home improvement is always
seasonal. It's not my fault I had to finish a deck today." Rob
tried to keep his voice down, but a passing hotel bellboy
smirked at them anyway.
Julianne punched the elevator button, her bosom heaving
in the tight blue taffeta cocktail dress. "Handing your business
card to that woman, and offering to build her a swing
set? What would Portia do with a swing set? She's the biggest
slut in Milan! Debra actually asked me if that was the latest
in pickup lines!"
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