Laura s Ball ClubChapter 2
If her mother noticed the dress, she didn't make any indication. She was too much in a hurry, had been interrupted in whatever she had been doing, also. "Telephone," she told Laura briefly as soon as her young daughter appeared. Then the mother returned to the kitchen. Laura was a little out of breath, whether from the frustrated and unfinished love-making or from the strain of hiding her guilt from whoever, specifically her mother, might see, it would be hard to say. Nevertheless, her...