Chapter 27

“I used to hide my cigarettes in my slippers,” she stated, “Mother raised hell about my smoking. I’ll just look these over and then we’ll go.” “And the sooner the better,” I retorted testily. “If you think I’m enjoying this, I’m not. I’ve never spent a night I enjoyed less.” But she was paying no attention. She had found, in a pair of flat black shoes, leather insoles designed to support the arches. Glanced at casually each was a part of the shoe, but Judy’s sensitive well-manicured fingers were digging at one of t…