CHAPTER TEN
It won't be long before winter starts, Pris thought, walking along with a light red coat over her blue mini-dress. I'm glad I'm living by myself. If my folks ever found out how I managed to get all those accounts into Sternfeld & Hertz, they'd disown me.
She had a date that evening with Harold Frischeen. Even though the man was old enough to be her father, Pris liked him a lot. And he had a lot more juice in him than many other, younger men she'd seduced. She'd been seeing him on Friday nights a lot. She liked being with him. Since she was in no mood to marry at this time, and he would never be in the mood for another marriage, the two of them were getting along quite well.
It was four-thirty when she left the office. She could have bought a car, but there was nowhere for he
