CHAPTER THREE
Hazy and Andrew showed up at a quarter to seven, Andrew wearing a plaid pink linen suit with black tie, Hazy a jade-green hooded dress, green stones sparkling in a semicircle around the apricot tan column of her throat.
"How nice we all look for people who intend to undress before long," Hazy observed, going to the liquor cabinet and pouring herself a shot of whiskey. She downed it with one toss.
"Or hope to, anyway," Diana said. "You brought that card, didn't you?" she asked Hazy.
"Of course, darling."
"Well, speaking of cards, that one seems to really get around."
"What does that mean?" Andrew asked. He and Hazy could both see that Diana was eager to tell them something, and they looked at her inquisitively.
Diana told the story of her afternoon, adding the part abou
