My eyes traveled up her dark stockings as she talked into the phone. I paid little attention to what she said. I've learned to do so over the years. When she is on a phone with one of her clients, I tune her out. It's my own little way of aiding in the clients confidentiality. However, her expressions left little to the imagination.
I watched as her face changed from one of confusion, to disappointment, to upset, to frustration. Finally, she brought the phone away from her ear and covered the mouth piece. Her mouth contorted into a silent scream, giving me the cue to give her even more space. I vacated the living room quickly, as she brought the phone back up to her ear.
The light from the waning moon outside glittered off the wood floors in the dining room. I walked to the window and ga
