Cheat ep AFRS

The Whistler. Now the Whistler sprained stories. The chief. It seemed incongruous to James Matthew that he should be in Mexico City for five months and yet no so little of the city except his office where he were and the apartment where he and Rose lived.

Back in San Francisco, James had always vision Mexico City as a romantic paradise. paradise. So far there hadn't been time to find out if this were true. His life here was no different than it was back home. No different than it had been all the years being married to Rose. Dull, uninteresting years. And he'd ceased to think of her as

anything but a meal ticket. A foolish little woman was money. Now as he sat in the living room, he decided that this night was more than typical. It was a a perfect example of his life with Rome. With growing irritation he watched her flutter about the room parading back and forth in front of him in a sheer evening gown. Why do you

do that rose? Do you want it Jimmy? Keep walking up and down like that. Oh well I have a good reason Jimmy. Don't you see me. Oh there you go on that again. You know how I hate to be called Jimmy. If you don't stop that silly parading I'll leave the room. Oh, oh dear.

Such nasty nerve. You do suffer don't you? All right, all right. I'll be down. Thank you. Don't you notice something different Jane about me? I mean. A new dress? Yes, like it. Blue is not a good color for you, my dear.

You watch the smile fade from her lips. A pain hurt expression sweeps over her face. But it doesn't matter, does it, James? You cease to worry about her feelings a long time ago. Now there are more important things to think about.