CHAPTER FIVE
"Hey, honey, where you been?" Walter Cunningham asked his wife when she entered the bar. He glanced over at the bar and saw Johnny Carvel had also returned to the party.
"I had some things to take care of in the office, dear," Grace answered.
"Oh. A woman's work is never done, huh?"
"No. I guess not. Let's dance, dear," she said.
Walter's eyebrows lifted. "Dance? You and me? Sure, I'll give it a try."
He got up from his chair and nodded at his two gentlemen drinking partners. "Fellas, I'll be back after I waltz the little lady around the ballroom."
Grace smiled and ignored his spirited gait. He usually celebrated the annual dance by getting totally drunk. But tonight it didn't bother her, tonight it actually was a blessing in disguise. After dancing and a token appearan
