Chapter Seven
Society Woman
Several months later on a warm evening in July, Roger and Eve walked up to the entrance of the Long Island beach house of Fred Bergman, a wealthy investor who was one of Roger’s oldest clients as well as a friend. Eve was wearing a lovely blue satin cocktail dress, elegant but not ostentatious, the creation of a famous designer. A year ago she didn’t own any dresses of that kind, although she had known people who did, but none of them owned or could have owned anything this expensive, not even her sister who was married to the lawyer.
Roger brought up the subject of her wardrobe a few weeks after she moved in. “You know,” he began, “I sometimes get invited to parties. I try to avoid them as much as I can, but I can’t avoid them entirely. Some of the people t
