Chapter 6
HE was annoyed by her calmness, by the fact that she made no mention of his tardiness. He waited through her innocent tirade on cocktail guests, especially the ones who anchor themselves to the bar and refuse to leave. He held his breath waiting for the slightest innuendo concerning his three hour-plus late arrival. He had painstakingly rehearsed his speech all the way over in the cab and now she refused to give him his grand opening.
"I thought we might have a little supper," she said, pointing to an elaborately-set table in the dining al-cove.
He glanced quickly over to the table, then resumed his concentration on the worldly woman. Unless his vision was playing tricks on him, her smartly coiffured hair seemed easily twice as thick as it had earlier in the day. Now, for the
