Michael Malone - Weebly

don't I, and I'll give Hawk a call, he'll want to thank you
for the warning," and that he might accept the coffee
and they might discuss the Maynard Henry problem
until her husband arrived. Or maybe she might ask him
to wait and handle Henry himself.
Barnum tried to imagine that she might suddenly
come over and rub against him, overwhelmed by the
sexual deprivation of her marriage. In his books,
women attacked repairmen, delivery boys, the sons of
their neighbors. But he knew Mrs. Haig wouldn't. Even
if she wanted to, she wouldn't let herself. "You know
that?" he repeated, stepping in front of her. "Yeah, I've
come by here lots; you'd be here, like they say, all by
your lonesome. Guess maybe old Hawk doesn't give
you enough of what a woman needs, being gone so
much, does he, huh?"
Suddenly she covered her face with her hands. He
could see her thin wedding band. Her hands were
bigger than his wife's had been, and their shape and tint
were different from hers, too. It shocked him that hands
on women could be so dissimilar. His own wedding ring
was still back in the top drawer of his dresser in a box