Neighborly Interlude 6
Betty
“What do you think delivering pizza means?” Gerald was no help and just sighed from the living room. “Stop that. Casimir just got pizza delivered and now he’s bringing it over to Atlee. What do you think that means?”
Casimir never did anything without a good reason.
“He’s hungry?” Grumbling again, he groaned and pushed up from his chair in the living room. “It’s pizza.”
He was smarter than that and we both knew it.
“Casimir bought pizza for the sexy man across the street…the man he’s been having dinner with and giving those eyes to.” It was more than pizza. I just had to figure out what it meant. “What do you think?”
“Well, he’s got terrible taste in men, is what I think.” Sighing, Gerald pressed his face against the window. “So now I’m starting to wonder if Atlee is a serial killer or something.”
Oh…
“Remember that motorcycle one? The guy with the hair?”
It was entirely possible Atlee had people tied up in his basement and Casimir didn’t know.
Wait.
Did anyone on the street have basements?