CHAPTER SEVEN
"SO POMPOUS OLD FRANK DURHAM IS IN A s*x swap club!" giggled Kaye. "Tell me more!"
"Not much to tell," said Joel, wishing she'd change the subject.
"You know," she said, "you never did tell me what went on that night you went to the Blands for dinner."
"Nothing much,"
"That's a lie, Joel Hankins," said Kaye.
"Nothing much that I participated in, anyway," he amended with a smile. "Tell me, do you know of a woman on campus, maybe forty years old, brown hair, about my height, named Jean or Jeannie?"
"Hmmm. It might be Jeannie Corwith."
"Who is she?"
"She's Tim Corwith's wife. He's the Dean of the Graduate Art School, and a member of the Board of Trustees. Why?"
"She was there," said Joel.
"At the Blands' place?"
"Yep. She was there, but for some reason or other, her
