There’s plenty of women in this world.
Like that one I talked to on the phone. Narrowback Gallery. What the hell was her name? Denise. Denise Raphaelson. She’d been lots of fun over the phone, and fun was something Jillian was manifestly not. Cute and cuddly is nice, but after you’ve done the dirty deed a few times it’s nice if you can also lie around and have a few laughs.
Of course she could turn out to be a beast. Or the chemistry in person could be far different from what it had been over the phone. But in a day or three I’d go look at some paintings, and if the signs were right I’d introduce myself, and if it worked that would be nice, and if it didn’t that would be okay, too.
Plenty of women in this world.
But where was I going to find another dentist?
About the Author
A Mystery Writers of America Grand Master, LAWRENCE BLOCK is a four-time winner of the Edgar® and Shamus awards, as well as a recipient of prizes in France, Germany, and Japan. He also received the British Crime Writers’ Association’s prestigious Cartier Diamond Dagger for lifetime achievement in crime writing. The author of more than fifty books and numerous short stories, he is a devout New Yorker and enthusiastic world traveler. Visit his website at www.lawrenceblock.com.
