Chapter Seven
Peggy Copeland smiled as she heard the insistent knocking on her door. Her heart beat a little faster. She knew it was Jeff. She had felt it all day. Perhaps it was because she had been thinking about him and how exciting he was to be with.
She patted her hair, straightened her dress, and fixed a warm welcoming smile to her lips. She had just showered and put on fresh things so she felt good. Warm. She opened the door. Arthur Drake stood outside, his eyes darting nervously. When the door opened, he rushed in, bumping into her rudely. Her smile disappeared.
"What on earth ... ?" she exclaimed, half angry.
"Where's Grant?" Arthur asked loudly, looking around excitedly. His face was flushed and he reeked of alcohol.
"You might say hello first," she said, annoyed. "Grant
