"Heck!" called the blonde. "Heck, darling, I've been looking just all over."
Heck could think of only one thing: Patty. Last night had been a mistake. Patty.
Everything went dark for a split second.
Heck opened his eyes.
He was standing in a bedroom. A bright moon was riding high, shining through the open window.
It was Patty's bedroom. At least, Heck assumed it was. He had never been there.
The girl sleeping on the bed was Patty.
Not having ever been a movie star, Patty had never told a columnist in what state of dress or undress she slept. Nor had Heck ever asked her. Patty was not a prim girl, but neither was she incontinent, verbally or otherwise.
Standing there on the threshold of Patty's bedroom in the moonlight, Heck learned how Patty slept.