"What a wonderful little home you have, Delilah." She was a beautiful woman: glamorous. I watched her walk down into the living room and felt envious of her, the mounds of red hair that fell almost to the small of her back, the way her clothes fit, the way she moved through the room. I felt like a little girl looking at a woman she thought she wanted to be when she grew up.
"It's nothing," I told her as I fixed us drinks. "Richard's showed me your old house. It's incredible."
"Perhaps, but your garden! Divine."
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The Delilah 100
Mystery / ThrillerWhat would you do if you loved a killer? What would it take for you to get to a place of acceptance? You're meeting Richard week by week, but first, meet his Muse. Explore our ill-fated heroine in The Delilah 100: 100 words, 100 stories, 100 days. A...
