What to Expect When You're Expecting by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Family & Relationships, General, Health & Fitness, Pregnancy & Childbirth
ISBN: 9780761121329
Google: qRPsmvSNGDMC
Amazon: 0761121323
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Goodreads: 174703
Publisher: Workman Pub.
Published: 1969-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Once they were downstairs, Barron said, “I've never seen a woman like that."

"Did you fail to hear the name I just said?” Edward asked.

"Heidi Labeidi. What about her?” Barron asked.

"The woman upstairs is Heidi."

"Labeidi?"

"Yes,” Edward confirmed, pointing toward the kitchen.

Barron looked at him blankly. “Surely you aren't suggesting that the Heidi upstairs is the same Heidi Labeidi this town made into a martyr some thirty years ago."

"One and the same,” Edward informed him.

"That's impossible, Edward. First of all, the woman would be in her fifties or sixties by now. Heck, maybe even in her seventies. If you listen to the old-timers around here, a lot of the gamblers believe she's ten feet under in a cemetery missing a tombstone or lying in one of those shallow desert graves."

"I can assure you she's not in a shallow grave. Believe me. I have a walk-in closet full of designer clothes and two-hundred dollar shoes to prove differently."

Barron narrowed his gaze. “You're telling me the gal upstairs is the Heidi Labeidi that went missing over thirty years ago?"

"Yes."

Barron shook his head. “She's running some kind of scam on you. If she were Heidi Labeidi, she wouldn't have an ass like that, unless I missed a dimple or two."

Finally, Edward's patience wore thin. He took Barron by the shoulders and stared him in the eye. “The woman upstairs in my room right now is Heidi Labeidi. She is the former owner of The Love Parlor and she's come back from the dead to haunt the hell out of me. Worse—and you'll love this—no one can see her except me and now you."

The color drained from Barron's face. He walked over to the large picture windows and stared out over the city. “That's impossible."

"Have I ever lied to you?"

Barron continued to study the city below them. “Why isn't she old?” He gasped all of a sudden and then wheeled around to face Edward. He extended his arms and studied his hands. He slapped himself in the face a few times. “Oh hell, fuck my life. Damn. When did this happen?"

Edward let him carry on.

"Edward? Do something!” He walked over to a mirror located above the credenza. He cupped his chin and tilted his head from side to side. “How? Tell me how? Did someone kill me or what?"

Edward sighed. As much as he'd like to play along, he didn't have time for Barron. “You aren't dead, Barron."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive,” Edward assured him.

Barron squared his shoulders. Using his forefinger and thumb to mimic a gun, he released his thumb-trigger and said, “You good-looking devil you, it'll take more than a dead broad to lead you to the grave.” He faced Edward. “There for a minute I thought this was going to play out like a Bruce Willis movie."

Edward arched a brow and yawned. Yes, he could see where Barron would feel as if his life were very similar to an actor's.

"She's a feisty broad, Edward. Maybe you should check out her story."

Edward revisited the night before.

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