It wasn’t as if either of them really paid much attention to such silly things as how many consecutive crosswalks they didn’t have to stop at, but this late night/early morning was already out of the ordinary. Neither Jiggle or Lesley had been much for relationships. Lesley, in particular, only decided to marry for the nice things that marrying a rich man can afford.
In the absence of any real emotion, Lesley’s husband, on countless occasions, sought to indulge his wife in material comforts. If it wasn’t diamonds or a fur coat, he would come home from every long trip with at least a couple dozen long stemmed roses or some expensive chocolates. Lesley’s closet looked something like a moratorium for Valentine’s Day, with chocolates, flowers, and teddy bears scattered about.
The entrance of the building Jiggle and Lesley were about to climb to the top of looked nothing like the prize Jiggle made it out to be. Of course, looking straight up, through the raindrops, one could easily see the catwalk that went directly over the street. The catwalk connected the building they were standing in front of and another one, directly across the street. Lesley’s heart sank at the thought of climbing the narrow strip.
To be continued…