CHAPTER THREE
"Happy Saturday morning, Auntie Beth," Gloria called, as the sleepy-eyed older woman entered the dining room still in her negligee. "Coffee?"
"Oh God, yes, black and hot ... before I have a caffein fit," Beth answered. "What are you doing up at this awful time of the morning?"
"It's ten o'clock, and I have a lot of shopping to do before I can relax for the weekend."
"I never wake up before noon, unless I'm in a strange bed," Beth groaned. "Thank God, it only lasts one night. Tonight I'll be all right ... lonely, but ... all right."
"Were you comfortable?"
"Yes, it's a lovely room. I've always enjoyed it."
"Martin is sleeping," Gloria said, as she glowered at her watch and got up from the chair. "Look, I feel terrible about leaving you alone. I'll only be gone about an
