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in Pensacola.”
    “Nobody is happy in Pensacola.”
    “There are plenty of happy people in Pensacola.”
    “Why you’re straying, why you’re unhappy, it has to be deeper than that.”
    “I told you.”
    “The child’s version. Tell me the adult version.”
    She paused. “I like sex. I need to feel a man get hard inside of me, and I mean real hard, not weak like Ted, and I need to feel a man the way he’s different sizes inside of me, need to feel a man grow inside me and lose his mind and come for me. I’m addicted to that sensation.”
    “Hundreds of men are in this complex.”
    “All losers with the same street address.”
    “Tens of thousands of men live in this city.”
    “When I first saw you at the U-Haul truck, I lost it. Yesterday Ididn’t even know you existed. Now, I’m excited about you. I tossed and turned all night thinking about you. Yeah, it might seem like coming here was easy, but I played this out in my head all day. I’d imagined that you’d take me as soon as you opened the door. That you’d throw the cookies across the room and manhandle me, take this Pensacola pussy like you wanted it as bad as it wanted you.”
    I didn’t say anything, just lay in silence and took in my claustrophobic surroundings.
    She asked, “Was I okay in bed?”
    “Mrs. Evans. You were very good. But I wouldn’t quit my day job.”
    She chuckled. “You’re older and you keep calling me Mrs. Evans.”
    “That’s who you are. Mrs. Evans. Mrs. Patrice Evans.”
    “Can we do this again tomorrow evening?”
    “You want to have a daily vespertine affair.”
    “And you sound smart. Very smart. Where are you from?”
    “Norway.”
    “Wow. That’s hot. I did it with a guy from Norway.”
    “I’m tired. I need rest. Have to unpack. Day after tomorrow might be good.”
    “And get condoms. We rode bareback this time. Felt good, but can’t do that again.”
    While I pulled on my pants and T-shirt, she said that she’d leave a blank Post-it on my door. Nothing would be written on the Post-it. She would return later. If I was available, the Post-it would be removed and the Domino’s Pizza ad would be left on the door handle.
    I said, “That’s why you brought the Domino’s door hanger.”
    “Guilty.”
    “Nice meeting you, Mrs. Patrice Evans.”
    “We did just have sex, you know. You should call me Patrice.”
    “Okay. Patrice. And thanks for the cookies.”
    “Welcome to the neighborhood, Varg. I’m going to be glad that you moved here.”
    Her cellular rang and she jumped like she had been hit with a stun gun.
    She tightened her lips for a moment then said, “I have to go.”
    When I opened the door, someone was waiting.

Chapter 5
     
    Driver was in the hallway. He was one door down, looking in the opposite direction. He stood motionless. Patrice saw him, saw his back to her, and started walking, a quick and nervous walk that changed into a jog. She didn’t want her face seen. Driver didn’t look at her.
    Driver came up to me and handed me three bags, all from the Apple Store at the Grove.
    He said, “New iPad 2. New MacBook Pro. Disposable phone with four SIM cards. Don’t use your old computer. Or the other iPad. GPS is tied to your MobileMe. Shut it down.”
    Another box was on the floor. A box that weighed twenty-eight pounds.
    He said, “I brought Underwood separately.”
    I nodded. And took a step back so he could come inside. He picked up the weighty box that held Underwood and made his way to the kitchen counter, found a clear spot, and put it there; then he saw the cookies that Patrice Evans had left behind and helped himself to one.
    He asked, “Want me to send somebody over to help you unpack and clean?”
    “I can manage. It will give me something to keep my mind occupied.”
    “Typewriter paper, ribbons?”
    “No hurry to work. No hurry to reconnect with anything concerning Hollywood.”
    “I’ll drop some off anyway. I’ll expense you for it, if you’re not in jail,