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Zara
With every passing minute Zara became angrier. She paced the room, looking at the clock for the umpteenth time, but no bell rang. Glenn should have picked her up fifteen minutes ago. Today of all days he had to be late!
She was so excited, looking forward to the concert with the crooner Andy Williams, whom she’d heard on radio and seen pictures of in the magazines Mrs. Gardner received from the States. He looked devastating with his slicked-back black hair, and his voice was to die for. She smiled and cast another glance first at the clock and then at the small mirror hanging on the opposite wall.
She’d taken extra care with her looks, putting on red lipstick and rolling her waist-long hair into elaborate waves pinned to her head. While she rhapsodized over Andy Williams, in re
