CHAPTER THREE
"Premier Building and Loan, Mister Alston's office. Oh yes, Mrs. Alston-yes, this is Roz. I'll get him right on, Mrs. Alston."
Roz punched two buttons, waited, told John Alston that his wife was on line two and instantly put down the phone before she heard a word of their conversation. Then she returned to folding mailers and stuffing envelopes, a mindless job that left her free to think.
John Alston was such a good man to work for. Such a... a nice guy, she thought. That summed him up best: a nice guy. Considerate, patient, seemingly always calm.
It isn't fair, she mused. It just isn't fair-what a shame that a man like that has to have such a-a lousy marriage! That fact had been apparent to her for a year at least; nice guy John Alston had definitely failed to marry a ni
