CHAPTER FOUR
Walter Cunningham tied a neat bow on the lace of his patent-leather dress shoes and stood up to check himself in the mirror. He approved. His waving, slightly grey hair and trim moustache gave him a dashing allure in the dark suit with colorful necktie.
It was the night of the annual Terra-Mar Country Club New Membership Dance and he really didn't look forward to it. The affairs were usually a bore, dancing, drinking, socializing on the most casual of levels with neighbors he met only once a year-at the New Membership Dance. Walter avoided the club as much as possible, thought it a waste of time, but bowed to Grace when the big dance rolled around. After all, the club was her pet project, her civic interest, he should at least make a showing.
He went into the bathroom and o
