Late For DinnerChapter 24 A New Record
The dinner plates were cleared away. The men sipped their wine, puffed cigars, and listened to the pianist who was serenading the dining room. Christi was deeply entranced in what Kathy called her "torture mouse" space: the normally vibrant brunette was absolutely still with eyes lowered as if in a secret dream, her unbound hand outstretched to catch ashes from the supervisor's cigar. Kathy was a different story. Although above the table she seemed totally at ease as she sipped her soda,...