Chapter Thirty-one
There was a swirl of fragrant steam. Nancy sat in an oval bathtub with suds floating about saggy breasts that caused Susan to envision empty pink envelops. The woman was in her forties and counting down, but Susan had to concede Nancy might have been attractive once, in an angular schoolboy sort of way. Unfortunately the years hadn’t been kind and now Nancy had the bagged-out look of a woman who had led a disappointing and unfulfilled love life and had, as compensation, thrown herself into her medical career. In short, Nancy felt she’d been cheated. And while it was obvious she had a thing for Mark DeVillier, he was way out of her league thus leaving Nancy an undeniable man-hater.
Nancy stood up in knee deep bathwater and turned. “Ah, Susan. My back.”
Susan picked up
