CHAPTER TEN
As fresh and clean as a newly picked daisy, Angela Martin stepped from the bathroom in her flimsy pink hip-length nightie. She checked the bedroom carefully as she hummed to herself, and finally decided the king-sized bed looked soft and inviting enough in the dazzling purple spread she had put on it for the first time. The low table was properly set up with a variety of drinks for the evening, and the miniature roulette wheel was in its place.
It promised to be an interesting party, she said to herself as she patted a pillow on the floor into shape. She and her husband David had invited Sally and George Armstrong over for one of their special nights. They had only recently met the Armstrongs, and tonight it would be just the four of them. She felt a tingle of excitement pass
