CHAPTER THIRTEEN
May was at home when Alex got home from work. She and Judy had agreed how they were going to handle it. They were going to go along with their husbands-pretend for at least a little while.
But Alex was practically bleached white when he came in the door and dropped his briefcase in the hall. Instead of kissing May, as was his custom, he lurched past her and fumbled a bottle out of the dining room bar and poured himself a large, stiff drink.
"What's wrong?" May asked tensely. She was suddenly afraid that Judy had told John, that something terrible had happened between the two of them.
"It's that Millie woman," Alex gasped. He had stopped shaking. "You know, the one at the party with the big t**s. She was playing around with Ned Harmon, one of the men at the last party,
