Margareatha appeared as the two men were being served and she swayed to the table, her long green taffeta gown swishing as she moved. She waited for Red to pull out a chair. She knew how beautiful she had become since filling out. Men stared at her full bosom and tiny waist and looked with awe at her height. She could see the hunger in their eyes and the slackness of their mouths. Few dared to say “Good morning,” or any other word. Others hurriedly looked away or ducked their heads as though caught in some felonious act.
The man sitting with Red wore an expensive, brown, perfectly-tailored suit. At first Margareatha thought it was light wool, but on closer inspection she couldn"t really identify the material. He looked to be as tall as Red, his build was slender, his eyes brown, and his h
