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STEVE PERRY

JUST ASK

Sam padded down the hall into the kitchen, rubbing at his face, half asleep. He
was still in his pajamas, which at this time of year consisted of a pair of
so-old-they-were-gray jockey shorts with the waistband stretched out. It was
nine o'clock, but hey, he was on vacation, wasn't he?

The kitchen smelled wonderful. Carly was making biscuits. Whole wheat, something
nobody else he knew got fight and something Carly had been doing perfectly for
twenty years. No lead bread here.

"Morning, hon," she said brightly. "Sleep okay?"

"Yeah, fine."

He waited, but she didn't say anything. He had to know, so he asked.

"You, uh, been out this morning?"

"I brought in the paper."

"And . . . ?"

"They're talking about raising taxes again down in Salem."

He glared at her while he poured a cup of coffee from the thermos. "Thank you,
Connie Chung. What about the house?"

She shrugged. "The house? Ah. Well. You know."

"Shit!"

He started toward the door, cup in hand.

"You better put some clothes on. What will the neighbors think?" "Ask me if I
care what the neighbors think."

He didn't really look at the house until he was almost to the end of the
driveway. Then he turned and got an eyeful.

It was yellow again.

He took a big sip of coffee, then shook his head. Well, shit.

Yellow.