ah , but then he saw me in the kitchen doorway-a shadowy young man in gray velvet , glasses pushed up over his forehead . colt left her staring after him and got out of her bedroom as quickly as he could . she rarely went out on the weekends . it was chases turn to almost choke of his coffee . in real life , youd be dead ten times over . i do n't actually think that 's going to happen , but it 's nice to think it . 