her voice. “The Kruegers always had a time with the truth, if you know what I mean.”
He could hear Louisa’s mother sigh behind him, and it sent a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. He liked this family. Really liked them. They were a little looney and a little exasperated with one another. They were his kind of people.
“Cripes,” Louisa’s father said. “Lay off the Kruegers, will you, Ma?”
“Everybody knows…”
Louisa’s mother brought a platter of fried chicken to the table.
“Look at this,” Grandma Brannigan said, “she had this delivered. Can you imagine? A dinner party that comes from a cardboard bucket. Biscuits, coleslaw, everything.”
“I have an exam on Monday,” Louisa’s mother said. “I didn’t have time to cook.”
“You could have asked me,” Grandma said. “I would have made a roast.”
“I asked you. You said we should order chicken.”
“Lies. All lies.”
Everyone sighed together.
Pete loved it. It was just as he’d always imagined. He took a piece of chicken and two biscuits and wondered if it was too late to get adopted.
Louisa picked at her skirt in the dark car, on the way home. “Sorry I kicked you so hard. I got carried away.”
“It wasn’t that hard. It just caught me by surprise. You can make up for it when we get home.”
“You have something specific in mind?”
“Did I ever tell you I have a video camera?”
“No!”
“Yes.”
“Oh dear.”
On Sunday it rained and Louisa felt caged. She paced in Pete’s apartment while he typed at the computer. Kurt had been over earlier with tapes from Maislin’s home phone. Maislin had called Bucky and given him a date. Tuesday.
She cracked her knuckles and cleared her throat. She was nervous. They didn’t have enough information. If more information wasn’t forthcoming over the phone lines by the next afternoon, it was going to be up to her to get it. She splayed her hands on the cool windowpane and stared out at the wet road. She was in over her head, and there was no turning back.
Pete saw the apprehension in the set of her shoulders. Finally, she was scared. Good. Fear would make her careful. He looked at the printed words on the screen and then at the woman huddled at the window. He had hours more work, but he couldn’t concentrate. He swore to himself and saved his file.
“You got a raincoat?” he called.
“What’d you have in mind?”
He took her hand and pulled her from the window. “The zoo.”
They walked the distance. They wore slickers and rain hats and were dripping wet and half frozen by the time they got to the entrance. They pressed on, through the big iron gates, up the wide cement pathway. They headed for the elephant trail.
They didn’t talk. They barely looked at the habitats. They kept their heads down against the rain and the wind until they reached the cavernous building that housed the giraffes and hippos. They blew through the doors and stopped short, almost knocked over by the steamy heat and rich scent of animal hide and dung. They shook off the rain and stared at each other, with purple lips and chattering teeth.
“I love Washington weather,” Pete said. “It makes you so miserable, you forget all your other problems.”
Louisa nodded and stomped her feet, trying to get some feeling back. “Puts things in perspective.” She looked up at him, a little shocked. “Do you have problems?”
He blinked once, very slowly. “You. You’re my problem.”
It wasn’t a surprise. She’d seen him trying to sandwich his work into days that were spent babysitting her. And she knew there was more. He was undoubtedly caught in the same emotional turmoil she’d been fighting. There was an incredibly strong attraction between them that had no basis in good sense.
“Hmm,” she said, because she didn’t have a decent answer.
They watched the giraffe eat, watched the elephants get hosed down. They stared at the hippos half submerged in tepid water. Then they put their hats on, zipped their slickers, and went back outside. They ran most of the way home, splashing through puddles in their haste, soaking their jeans from the knees down.
They were breathless when they reached home. They stripped at the top of the stairs, fell into Pete’s bed, and made love like there was no tomorrow. When they were done, they sat at the kitchen table and ate hot dogs and baked beans and a half gallon of coffee ice cream.
“So, you think I’m a problem, huh?” Louisa asked.
He knew she’d get back to it. “You’re