”Much as Erica Bradford’s world had moved and twisted, as things happened to her that required she view the world from a different perspective, no... Bobby’s world jerked a bit. Why hadn’t Jeff come with her? How could he let her go off alone, looking for another man?While he thought about that, Constance was thinking again about what Bobby had just said. He’d seen her with Jeff? He’d heard her talking with him? All they’d talked about was the fountain grass in the back yard. She couldn’t. It was not so much that she craved attention, but that after going through so much to have only one person ask about her newest additions was rather depressing. Interesting, though that the one person was Claire. True, Claire's prudeness had always rung false to her for some reason, but it still was unexpected. However, it was nice that Claire initiated the conversation and hadn't been negative about her new rings. Instead, she actually seemed curious.'Maybe Claire would be a good person to. “Steve! I tried to call your house but I got your machine! I didn’t know where you were so I came home!”“Becky, what’s going on?”“Richie and Arthur were murdered yesterday! It was all over the news! Somebody killed both of them with a shotgun in Cicero! In broad daylight! I’m scared, Steve!” she said, barely taking a breath.“Holy crap! Are you sure?”“It was on the news this morning and in the newspaper! Their pictures and everything! What do we do?”“Nothing right now, Becky. I’ll ask Theo, but. The bedroom was set out almost exactly as it was back in Summerhill,with ceiling-high bookshelves along the left wall and a four-posterstretched out along the right. Adjacent to the bay window was my studydesk, complete with its antique lamp and straight-back mahogany chair. Aplace for everything, and everything in its place, as Crazy Aunt Leisawould have said.The color scheme was slightly different - more subdued, perhaps - andthe shelves were lined with 'girlie' things - barbie dolls, nail.