That evening, I walked into the casino after dropping her off at her sister’s. She would be going back to Wichita as soon as she’d showered and spent a little time with her sister. We’d made tentative plans and had exchanged the necessary information; addresses, phone numbers, etc. She had said she’d call when she got back home; probably between three and three-thirty A.M. I said I’d be home by then.
I still couldn’t believe everything that had happened, but I was really looking forward to her next visit.
Jane wasted no time in asking how the night had gone. What was I going to tell her? What wouldn’t ruin my reputation?
“Did you take her to dinner?” she asked, “Did you go for a drink?”
“Yes, we had something to eat and we talked for a while,” I hedged with a shake of my head, “but, I
