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Late for DinnerIt’s time to go, Ned said.
I’m almost ready, Anne replied, straightening her skirt. I just have to grab my purse.
Anne knew that Ned was annoyed. They were due at his boss’s house for dinner in 35 minutes, and the ride to
took at least half an hour. Ned hated tardiness, and the idea of arriving late to Theodore Gregson’s home for this important business dinner was unthinkable. Evanston
Oh, here it is, Anne said, spotting her black suede purse on the chair. As she reached for it, she felt a run in her pantyhose creep up the back of her leg.
Damn! she thought. I should have worn pants.