She had been staying over a lot lately, or maybe Harold and Francine’s girl, Melissa. It might have been that Barkley girl, Dona. A door closed and small footsteps slipped up the soft carpet steps right into Victoria’s room. Edgar had been sleeping and there was a noise, like a hammer hitting the floor. Or at least, he had thought it was Victoria.
“I guess you’re right.”īut he did see her in the repair shop that one night. What would I possibly do with something like those?” “Speaking of which, have you seen my repair pliers? I seem to have misplaced them.” Cars being such noisy things as they are.” He paused, then looked back at Victoria. Will you be taking the horses? I do so love them.”Įdgar turned the other way, looking his reflection up and down. “I think this will go nicely on the hunt next weekend, don’t you?” “Thank you my love,” he said to his daughter. Now, he thought it seemed cooler, more calculating somehow. Her eyes studied him with a look that Edgar had at once thought was admiration. Her long blond hair flowed down along her shoulders and along the lace of her dress. She was smiling for a change, her capped tooth covering the hole left by a schoolyard fight. “You look splendid, Daddy,” said Victoria from the other room. Edgar stepped out in front of the full length mirror and gave a half turn, studying the cut of the material. From the chain dangled a shiny brass whistle. He wore a scarlet coat, a gold chain attached at the belt. Suffer The Little Foxes – a short story from the same universe as A LATENT DARK
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