CHAPTER NINE
“Very few of us are what we seem.”
AGATHA CHRISTIE
Sam awoke in a cold sweat. When she realized she’d been dreaming, she got up and went to the bathroom where she rinsed her face with cool water. Holly was at her heels expecting breakfast. “Not yet, girl,” she told the cat. “I have to get myself together first. Something tells me this is going to be a very difficult day.”
The phone rang as she ran water for her shower and removed her stockings in preparation for entering the tub. She couldn’t believe she’d actually slept with her nylons on, as well as yesterday’s outfit. Running barefoot to the kitchen to answer the phone, she almost stepped on Holly who ducked out of her way. Sam was hesitant as she picked up the receiver and was glad to hear Angie’s voice at the other en
