“Lorraine, I’m askin’ you one more time. Don’t do this.”
She turned to him, puzzled. “What’s wrong?”
“Go back to Boston now. I’m sorry I shanghaied the stage and got you off. I was nuts. I didn’t know what I was doin’. The note, forget it. Whatever it is, just let it lie. That way no one will be hurt—”
“Jude, you’re hiding something. What is it you don’t want me to know?”
“Nothing. I thought you should know, but now—”
“You know what the note meant, don’t you?”
“Lorraine, don’t hurt her. She meant it for the best. They both did.”
“Jude, what are you talking about?”
Just then Lorraine looked toward the Pink Palace and saw a buxom red-haired woman standing on the veranda. Behind her was a dark-haired woman who brazenly came walking out in her shimmy and bloomers.
“Who’s the brunette?
