Woman With A PastChapter 3
Dinner was forgettable and the live band hired for the after-dinner dancing was, in a word, execrable. Despite being a terrible dancer, I gallantly danced with each of the three women at our table: Betsy, Marsha, and Shirley. Shirley was getting a lot of stares from the other people on the dance floor, and I could tell she was regretting having come to the reunion. "Do you want to go and sit down?" I asked her, reacting to her obvious discomfiture. "Actually, I want to just leave," she...