Violet would often worry about Scott since he lived alone and hardly had any serious girlfriends. He always said he liked living the life of a bachelo... but she always knew deep down he wanted to settle down soon.Violet picked up her long brown hair in a ponytail and put on her spaghetti strap blue flowery summer dress. She black slip on sandals completed the simple look. She didn't put on a bra since the bras were making her breasts hurt.She looked into the mirror as her blue eyes widened as. I stepped back and shielded my eyes looking up at the house and out to the grounds around it.The For Sale sign was in the yard, the door was closed and locked tightly. No lights were on inside. But I had seen a light. I know I had.Well, practicality took precedence over mystery right now. I needed to get out of the rain and cold and if this was the best I could do, well, it would work until the rain stopped. I dug into my purse and found the keys on their little metal tab. My hands were shaking. To add to the attractiveness of that, my nose and cheek were quite a dark blue after my little spill the night before. I had bags under my eyes, and the eyes themselves were bloodshot. What a sight! I dragged my sorry ass into the shower, and allowed the warm water to wash away some of my aches, even if it couldn’t wash away my bigger problems. I thoroughly conditioned my hair, hoping to detangle it when I got done in the shower. I hated having to stand on one leg in the shower, with my. One of them had heard that a young financial analyst, Philip Cheshire, who had worked at Prettyman for a couple of years, and whom she vaguely remembered, was in search of a really good private secretary. Philip Cheshire was delighted to hear from her, and eager to offer her a job. To him she was a gem, she was not only an excellent short-hand typist, but her knowledge of the financial life of Leicester was encyclopaedic. Although it was a bit rusty, it could quickly be revived. Dr. Buller.