CHAPTER THREE
The telephone ringing in the bedroom hallway awakened June. She looked at the bedside clock, wondering. Still groggy with sleep, she turned to wait for the next ring. She looked again at the clock: one minute after ten. She had already missed her first class, the nine o'clock History. Well, that could wait. Her next was the Home Ec, and Connie would be there, probably looking for her. The phone rang again. Maybe this was Connie. She stretched. Ooh!
But it wasn't.
"G'mornin', sunshine," it was that bastard Roy's voice, being especially cheerful. "Don't tell me I woke you up ..."
"Who ... who," June was sputtering; but she was awake and still feeling her aches.
"C'mon, sugar," Roy's words grew maddeningly expansive. "You know who. I just called to see if you
