Twenty-OneClarrie's hometown, the same night
But his control was eerie, menacing, not at all like the Charlie she knew. And those black clothes, the beard, he looked almost…Clarrie searched for the word, almost Satanic.
CLARRIE WAS ALSO WATCHING the 'Wonderful World of Magic' she always watched it whenever she could, often as not she knew the artists from her years in the business.
She and Frank were reconciled; she had finally agreed to meet him, they met the first time, a tense, bitter exchange, then a week later they met once more, went for a meal and Frank begged her to come back, begged her forgiveness, swore that he loved her and that he would never, ever betray her again.
Clarrie wished she had a friend, a close friend in whom she could confide, but there was no-one, especially
