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Revenge is one of the most powerful themes in literature. Equally powerful is the theme of sexual attraction between two people. Author Mickey France has taken these two biblically-inherent threads and woven a tale, almost moralistic in tone, in which the desire for revenge and the desire for love clash head-on in a battle that leaves every participant scarred.
We see in Sylvia Akron a personification of many of our society matrons today. She is bitter, unhappy, and disappointed that the magic, the wonderful promises of life have like the morning mists burned away under the hot glare from the sun of reality. At thirty-one she is childless and ready for divorce after ten years of marriage. When she realized that her husband has used her and betrayed her and is now preparing to discard her, Sylvia Akron becomes an avenging angel of doom.
The man parked his weary old Chevrolet out in the street, rather than pull it into the circular driveway where it would have looked ludicrously out of place. The man himself looked out of place . . . as weary and out-of-date as his automobile. His pleated out-of-fashion trousers were shiny in the seat, the occupational hazard of a patrol car cop or a man who spends long hours seated behind the wheel of his car waiting for something or someone. And that was his profession: A man hired to wait patiently . . . a man paid to observe and put his observations in printed or photographic form.
He scratched the black-gray stubble of his beard as he pushed the button beside the door. Somewhere deep in the confines of the house, he could hear the chimes. It was an expensive sound . . . just as the house was expensive . . . and the woman who lived in the house, and who had hired him.
She opened the door, and once again the man felt his groin tighten in desire for her. She was taller than his five foot nine by at least three inches . . .
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