Looker
A Novel
Chapter Two
I don't get it," Vanessa Ellerbee said, seemingly to the wall her husband,
William, had slouched against. "Make me understand, William." But he still
said nothing. His freshened appearance and the whiff of Escape spoke
volumes. He had sprayed on Cool Water when he left the house ten hours
earlier. And he smelled of Irish Spring, not Ivory, which he showered with
before he left home. Finally and slowly he lifted his face and stared at her
with a look that said, "What's to understand that you don't understand
already?"
Knowing full well what he meant by the stare, Vanessa threw up her hands and
shook her head full of church-ready curls. With weary disgust she sucked on
her teeth and shifted her weight from one side to the other and sighed as she
always sighed whenever he returned home wearing new soap and cologne.
"I'm not letting you go," she vowed like the fool she knew she had become.
"I have no intention of leaving. The congregation wouldn't understand."
"Go get dressed," she then said.
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