CHAPTER ELEVEN
Summer had passed and the season had slipped into late fall. Carol Benson was sitting in the living room looking out the front window at the last of the leaves falling from the trees across the street. She was dressed casually, in a pair of slacks and sweater. It was faintly apparent that she had matured more than she should have in the last few months from the tiny crow's feet barely becoming visible in the corners of her eyes. Her make-up was a little heavier, too but aside from these facts, one who had not known her before would not have noticed the difference. She still retained the fresh sparkle in her eyes and the eagerness within her body. In fact, she could feel that eagerness coming to the fore now as she waited for Harry Burns' car to return from picking up the ot
