Chapter 3
Leslie killed time-killed one dreary day after another.
She almost wished that this Flagg person would appear-the one time she thought of him-on the off-chance that he might break the sterile monotony of her days. But he didn't appear, and the days and hours dragged on.
Audrey visited her from time to time, usually to make passes. Leslie parried her aside, fended her away, shunted her off.
"Oh, come on, Leslie! Don't tell me you're turning puritan in your old age!"
"I'm no puritan-"
"Don't I know it! I know how you like me, sweetie."
"But I don't feel like that now!"
"You've got needs, the same as any other woman! Don't tell me Jack Home has been wearing you out-"
"I haven't been seeing Jack."
"Somebody else? Got a new girl friend?'"
"No. Audrey, for the thousandth tim
