A SPY IN THE HOUSE OF LOVE
Published by Sky Blue Press at Smashwords
Copyright © 2011 Sky Blue Press
Contents © 2011 The Anaïs Nin Trust
THE LIE DETECTOR WAS ASLEEP when he heard the telephone ringing.
At first he believed it was the clock ordering him to rise, but then he awakened completely and remembered his profession.
The voice he heard was rusty, as if disguised. He could not distinguish what altered it: alcohol, drugs, anxiety or fear.
It was a woman's voice; but it could have been an adolescent imitating a woman, or a woman imitating an adolescent.
"What is it?" he asked. "Hello. Hello. Hello."
"I had to talk to someone; I can't sleep. I had to call someone."
"You have something to confess..."
"To confess?" echoed the voice incredulously; this time, the ascending tonalities unmistakably feminine.