Chapter 18

The distress on Darryl’s face when he found Pam standing on the other side of his apartment door, overnight case resting on the floor next to her, didn’t go unnoticed by Pam, but she chose to ignore it. Whatever was bothering him was something she would rather he kept to himself. Her night had been difficult enough without taking on anything more from this man. All she wanted was to sit down and relax with a glass of whiskey and a cigarette.

Tired of waiting for what seemed to be a paralyzed Darryl to invite her in, Pam picked up the suitcase and walked in past him; plopping herself onto the sofa.

This seemed to break the spell he was under and he closed the door warily, never taking his eyes off her.

“What’s this?” he asked warily.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” she said.

Darryl remained with his hand on the door knob.

“I see,” he mused aloud.

Pam was too wound up to noti