"Yes."
"That's her, Lee. She can't stand Glen, but he made her dance with him."
"It sounded like she went willingly."
"Well, not so much, Lee. He gave her kid sister a ride last night and more or less bullied her into dancing with him." She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "He's all hands, Lee. He only wants one thing."
"I've heard that."
She threw up her hands in the air. "You see? Everybody knows. Will you save her from him? Please? As a favor to me?"
"Sure, no worries."
She scooted out of the booth, and I worked my way around the crowd of dancers to the other end where Glen was, indeed, working his right hand from Martha's waist down to her hip and behind her until his hand was too close to her behind. That was enough of that. I snuffed out my cigarette and pushed through the
