"What did she say about yesterday?" Laura asked, the fact that he'd agreed to go tomorrow for a sketch-setting irked her. She didn't like the girl… no, that was not it at all! She didn't trust her! And why should she, with a reputation such as she had…?

"That she was sorry. I told you, doll, she was sorry about that. Her maid was very apologetic. Miss Novack was ill but thought she could set anyway… etcetra… etcetra."

"Hmmmmm… maybe. I would be more inclined to think she was suffering from a hangover."

"Oh, for Chris' sake, Laura," her twenty-five year old husband edgily responded. "That's certainly a catty viewpoint."

"Maybe it is… but I'd almost bet that I'm closer to it than you are, darling," the young, extremely attractive girl in her paint-splotched smock lightly added. "Eve Novack is a cold and calculating bitch."

"What…? Wow! Hearing that come out of your gentle lips, baby, is like napalm!" Kevin said, gaping over at his curvaceous young wife whose beautiful black eyes never stopped setting him afire. "Y-You don't usually toss out opinions like that. What's the bit?"

"No bit, Kevin… just observant facts," Laura replied, trying very much to maintain a light tone, while inside, she was churning; yet she wasn't quite sure why. Outside of the fact that she loved her handsome new husband with a passion… but a particular passion of her own… and that the likes of Eve Novack claiming his privacy for even a minute… damn, she wasn't quite sure what she meant…

"Well, I'll give her a couple of hours… maybe three," Kevin Garrett informed, pleasurefully sensing what he thought might be a strain of jealousy in his luscious, twenty-two year old wife of six month's, voice. Christ, maybe that was what they needed, she climbing onto a jealous kick! They needed something, all right, before it all drizzled away like soiled water… never dirtied and only barely used…!

"So, you're going tomorrow, is that it?" Laura pressed, unable to shake her feelings.