CHAPTER TEN
Audrey had the dinner ready to serve in minutes. The baked potatoes had only to be warmed up, the salad was all made and waiting to be tossed with the dressing, and the steaks would take less than eighteen minutes in the broiler.
The table of the dining room was attractively set, complete with a small, crystal vase of roses. She had taken a good wine out of the stock in the closet, one that she and Jerry saved for special occasions, and bought by the case.
She wore a pale green, silk hostess gown. The material outlined her shape exquisitely, and several bright colors shot through the fabric design, contrasting with her blonde coloring. It was a bit formal for the occasion, she thought, but trying to put the make on a faggot hairdresser took special pains. She realized that s
