The Woman Who Walked Into Doors

He and Sabine met more than two years earlier at a conference in Toulouse. She was petite and dark-haired with a good figure, and oak-brown eyes that were not quite properly aligned. Although she admired Vermeer's women, most to him looked idle, sitting around as though waiting for somebody or something that might never come. Even the hefty milkmaid seemed to be pouring the milk out at her leisure,. He always resented the number of dirty dishes, having to rinse them all before stacking them in the dishwasher. Except for the roasting dish, which he usually said they could leave to soak overnight, and which was sometimes still there in the sink when