CHAPTER 22
“But, you have to leave tomorrow?” Rose was upset. “But, Billy, you’d told me you thought you’d stay until… why, it must be for almost another week.”
He didn’t explain, couldn’t. He could barely express his relief at reading of Elvira’s death, nor, because of his other reason, he couldn’t stand Rose. Bad enough she was habitually inebriated and totally devoid of taste, now she was in some boring emotional snit, after Peggy, the switchboard girl at the hospital, had called to gossip about some young girl there dating some doctor whom Rose had been calling “her man.”
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Lynn tried Howard’s number again – no answer. She returned to Edward Gibson and the little table they shared overlooking the marina. Under less exasperating conditions, she could have enjoyed their late aft
