How could one take seriously as an escort a woman with such a Victorian name as Alice Dalyrimple? “Miss Dalyrimple will be your escort.” Alice Dalyrimple, so snobbily intoned by a Miss Crick of the Smart Set escort service. Miss Crick had been entrusted with the appointmen...
said Paul Giverney. “I dunno. Is there such a thing?” He was sitting on one of the black and chrome love seats with his feet on the coffee table. He knew this drove Bass to distraction. Tented on his stomach was the newest unacceptable version of the contract. “There’s an expert in every walk of ...
Everyone deferred to Alex except for a few who fortunately had remembered that the reason for the boy’s return was not the reason for the return of the Prodigal Son. And that the lavish dishes served up were really the funeral baked meats, although the funeral was yet to come. Cocktails had been ...