Another day, another fifty cents, she thought. As she reached for the bedside lamp, she realized she was not wearing her nightgown. She smiled as she remembered. He must have put me in bed last night, she reasoned.She stood and reached for the top button of her dress. Something was wrong. She rus...
From the back seat Betty listened long enough to realize she was being excluded, and relished the time alone with her thoughts. On the drive down she had been filled with anxiety, wanting desperately to keep her fledgling career as an artist on track, but fearing that the new head of the Holder A...