CHAPTER EIGHT
Walter Cunningham was still angry when he wheeled the golf cart to the edge of the green next to the clubhouse. He walked quickly to the bar and stood in the doorway searching for his wife. The guys at the table waved but he didn't go over, instead he turned and headed into the dance hall where the festivities were going full-blast.
He looked at the faces in the crowded room and still failed to pick out Grace. Teresa was dancing with the young lifeguard, they were talking, smiling. Walter approved. At least they were getting back together, he thought to himself. But that still doesn't excuse Grace's manipulations and meddling.
Walter went back to the bar and made sure Johnny Carvel was still present. He was. But Grace was nowhere to be found. He knew what he would have to
