The breakfast tray was gone. Tina checked Uncle Bob out and thought he looked pretty good. “You lose Hank?” Uncle Bob asked. Tina realized he liked to talk to Hank more than just about anyone else she knew. “Afraid so,” she said, without explanation. She wanted to say something to her mother abou...
But what else could a gal do? She’d come to San Francisco with a man who promised to marry her right after they arrived. He had the temerity to be shot dead in the lobby of the Occidental Hotel where they were staying, quite properly, in separate rooms. She’d watched it happen, and the scene ran ...
She forced herself not to pull away. Betty’s face showed only concern, but Alice could no longer trust her own impressions. Donald’s expression was blank. He doesn’t want me to know what he’s thinking, she realized. I need to learn how to do that. And how to keep quiet about my past. How could th...
Or shouldn’t we discuss it in front of your little friend?” Hank grinned. “Your claws are showing, my dear. I’ve decided to be open with Tina. Discuss away.” Michele took a sip of her martini, then carefully blotted her mouth with her napkin. “You r...