Detective David Dean had been seeing Attorney Ethel Rosewater three or four times a month for more than two years.
If Dean had been entirely honest with himself, he would have admitted he considered Ethel Rosewater a social-climbing, ambulance-chasing bitch.
But in spite of her lack of beauty, Ethel Rosewater was hell on wheels in bed.
Ethel Rosewater called to confirm Thursday night.
But no comparison to Ethel Rosewater need be made.
He called Ethel Rosewater first, catching her at the office.
But Ms. Rosewater said the more detail, the better—bury them in paper, she called it.
Dean showered Ethel Rosewater from his body, shaved and dressed in a daze.
He turned on his heels and left, making Dean sorry he'd mentioned Ethel Rosewater to Cynthia Byrne in the first place.
We still have to wait a little while and there are lots of details to iron out, but Ms. Rosewater says it looks positive.
Later that evening, Ethel Rosewater confirmed Cynthia's visit as she was unzipping Dean's trousers.
His mind was less on Ethel Rosewater than other matters.
The two women in the outer office of the Rosewater and Atherton suite looked up and started to say something as Dean waltzed by to Ethel's closed-door chamber.
The old Ethel Rosewater was coming back and the second gin helped.
And yes, Monica had been right: it was much, much better than a month of Thursdays with Hot-Sheets Rosewater the Sex Machine.
He also mentioned the files missing from Rosewater and Atherton but was silent on Arthur's note to Cynthia Byrne.
The priest now throws some grains of rice upon the heads of the married pair in token of wishing them abundance; bouquets of flowers are handed to the assembled guests, and rosewater is showered upon them.
Its principal imports are cotton and woollen goods, yarn, metals, sugar, coffee, tea, spices, cashmere shawls, &c., and its principal exports opium, wool, carpets, horses, grain, dyes and gums, tobacco, rosewater, &c. The importance of Bushire has much increased since about 1862.
Dean couldn't think of more than 20 names—Ethel Rosewater, Cynthia Byrne, David Dean, even Jeffrey Byrne, not to mention half of Arthur's gay friends and lovers and most of his ex-clients.
He felt an obligation to Ethel Rosewater but by the looks of the crowd his presence was unnecessary.
It had been nearly a month of empty Thursday nights since his no-show session with Ethel Rosewater and the beautiful Betty from Boise was offering an effective way to make sure that embarrassment was a temporary happening.