Wichita a GUNSMOKE story
By MarMar1
Sept 2007
DISCLAIMER AND AUTHOR'S NOTE: see chapter 1
CHAPTER 2
Frank settled the hat box atop the table in the sitting room of Kitty's hotel suite. Taking in the plush accommodations he let out a low whistle. "So, this is how the other half lives. And a view," he looked down from the third flood window to a small park across the street. "My little back room looks out over an alley. I don't even bother to look."
"Well, come sit down and enjoy the high life." Kitty played along with his light hearted ribbing. He had always teased her about the benefits of being a woman with her own money. Securing the pin to the small chapeau, she set it next to the box on the table and moved toward the conversation area: a settee and two stuffed chairs by the fireplace. Settling onto the settee, she looked up to find Frank watching her. She smiled and cocked one eyebrow at him.
"Ah, Kitty, I'd love to stay and visit, but I have to meet with a couple of gentlemen; I was on my way there when I found you." He twirled his own hat in his hand as he spoke. "But, if you have no plans, maybe you'd have dinner with an old friend. You can catch me up with all the news from Dodge" he paused, "and then maybe I can see that hat that captured you attention and distracted you from the dangers of the big city." His eyes twinkled with teasing.
His own distraction caused him to miss her brief hesitation. He saw only the dazzling smile and genuine delight at the prospect.
"Dinner, yes, but I won't make any promises about the hat." She cast a wary glance in the direction of the box. "But, not too early. I think I'll indulge in a late afternoon nap."
They each walked to the door that led out into the hallway. His hand on the doorknob, Frank committed, "I'll come by about seven, then." He waited for her agreement before dropping the hat onto his head and closing the door.
TBC
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