CHAPTER THREE
Before Ross left for work the next morning, he promised Pam that he'd phone the landlord about the stopped-up tub. "I'll see that he gets a plumber out right away," he said, avoiding his wife's azure eyes as he kissed her goodbye.
Looks like today's going to be a real scorcher, Pam thought as she did the breakfast dishes. Already, the air felt hot and muggy so the pretty thirty-year-old decided to start right in on her housework. Pam was still in her housecoat, straightening up, when Blanche Tomisek stopped by to inform her that Ross had just phoned with a message. He'd phoned Mr. Rogers but a plumber wouldn't be available until tomorrow.
Pam thanked her next-door neighbor and offered her a cup of coffee. "Thanks anyway, Pam," Blanche said, shaking her blonde head. "But I
