CHAPTER THREE
"Looks like Mort and June are here," Gurney Adams said to his wife as he pulled the wheel of the Thunderbird hard over and sent the vehicle skimming into the drive of the motel. "Shall we roust them for a drink, Sandy?"
"We'd better not, Gur. I still want to spend every spare moment getting those new lines down pat. Have you ever wondered why they always come up with changes at the last damn minute?" Sandra Stone sounded miffed, but Gurney could tell by the grin on her lips that she considered the imposition a challenge.
He was rather glad she had vetoed his suggestion. As the more sociable member of the family, he always felt it his duty to make the first move toward any socializing. If it were left to Sandy, they'd never go anyplace or do anything. She was a natural s
