The Girl Next Door

EPILOGUE

For the next three weeks, we spent almost every night at either my place or hers, making love late into the night. Sally started getting nervous because she was late, even though we used condoms after the first time. One night she cooked chicken Kiev in the style that earned her the top grade in her class. While I was eating, she excused herself and went to the bathroom. She came back a few minutes later with a stick in her hand. It was negative.

"Wanna try again?" I asked.

"I wasn't trying the first time," she answered. "But Trish is getting an apartment in Denver, 'cause her airline's hub is there. What do you think?" She waved her arms like a model showing the place off. "Nice neighborhood?"

"Nice neighbors," I agreed.