CindyChapter 29
Jim, Bill and I were sitting in the den of the Hardesty home when the female contingent returned bearing an array of colorful bags. Jim collected a prim kiss from his wife. My wife's version was slightly more enthusiastic. "Wait'll you see what all I bought," she chirped. "Yeah," Ann said. "Good stuff. Including a dress for that concert we're planning on going to hear, baby!" They announced our upcoming concert weekend, based on Ann's calls to her friends from her own concert...