Chapter 8“For God's sake Dolores, get a move on. I'm half an hour late for my kid already and we've a ten minute drive to get there. She'll think we're not coming. Elizabeth will love this. She'll be filling Chrissie's head with more poison about me.”
“I'm coming, William. I'm just fixing my lipstick.”
“Never mind your damned lipstick. Get your a*s down here. You can fix your lipstick in the car.”
Dolores sighed and made her way down the stairs. William had become such a boring, old fart recently. It had been fun when they'd first met. It thrilled her having such power over a much older man. William had seemed suave and sophisticated to the teenaged Dolores. Her friends were all envious of the way he splashed his cash around. But now he wanted her to meet his daughter, become part of a
