Darlene knows the place; try to arrive without your lurking friends tagging along." Some women, even well-bred ones... especially well-bred ones, are ...ften extremely partial to the intimate company of scoundrels!" I retorted to the back of her perfectly coiffed head, and then settled down to wait on some cement steeps at a house across the street for Bel to finish her investigations, which took several more rather tedious hours."Arson. Definitely, and it was caused by magic. Out of curiosity. After their sex, he used to come home whenever grandpa was not there. I doubted as if it was planned. Later one night I heard her talking through phone that “I will call you dear as soon as dad leaves tomorrow” to someone. I then understood that they are planning it every time. My grandpa has to go for temple committee works once every month to Thiruvananthapuram. He usually returns only in second or third day. So this time I asked my friend Deepu in neighborhood to see at what time Suresh. Arrogance demanded I believe myself hidden. Arrogance, second mistake of the day. Spent four hours in back of freezing cab while sun passed overhead. First greeting me from the left, then by afternoon, warming up my right. Eyes fixed on street, waiting. Seems like I never get around the waiting. Crime novels have hero sitting with cup of coffee in stylish muscle car, outside of residence. Hero waits for signal. Hero waits for suspect. Hero jumps valiantly from car and finishes climactic battle. She was mortified, but I was calm. I pinched the material in just a little, and said "We'll take this in just a tad, also. OK." My fingers opened and the material slipped out. "Go change."I could see she was relieved that I hadn't done something rude. And now she sort of figured I knew what I was doing, and wasn't an ax murderer or something. She went into the room to change. When she returned she was wearing the second set we had picked out, a top and shorts selection. It was a pale green.