CHAPTER TWO
IT WAS TWO DAYS LATER THAT MONA FINALLY summonded up the courage to leave the house. Frank had left a number of books home and asked her to return them to the law library.
She had of course said that she would-but she knew what would happen.
Travis Bland would have talked, of course, bragged, "Did you hear what I did to Mona Durham? Yeah, that's right, Frank's wife. Well, let me tell you, if I ever write a book about that broad's panties, I'm gonna call it 'Fondly Farenheit...."
Not that Mona really minded the talk. She didn't. After all, you don't have private sessions with yourself and openly go down for your husband's best friend with any hopes of retaining your dignity or your honor.
No, that wasn't it at all. All the cheap, degrading glances in the world couldn't have
