“You don’t have to go, do you?” Andrea grabbed at his sleeve. “We haven’t even danced yet.”

Bill gave her a little hug. “I know, but the dispatcher punched in the emergency code. Where’s the nearest phone?”

“Right here.” Hannah pointed to the one next to the couch. “Go ahead, Bill. We want to know what’s happening.”

Bill punched out the number and talked to someone at the sheriff’s station. Hannah listened to his end of the conversation, but Okay, right away, and I’ll do that didn’t tell her much.

“There’s a big accident out on the interstate,” Bill informed them as he hung up the phone. “They’re calling everyone in.”

“Shall I take you?” Andrea offered.

“No, you can stay. I’ll catch a ride out with one of the other guys.” Bill patted her shoulder. “Have a good time for me, okay?”

Reading the glum expression on Andrea’s face, Hannah doubted that she was going to have a good time without Bill, but her sister nodded. “Okay, honey. Be careful and I’ll see you at home.”

After Bill left, they all trooped back to the party. Hannah had seen Norman rewind the film and drop it into his pocket, and she was curious. “Are you going to put the film in the night drop at the drugstore, Norman?”

“No.” Norman shook his head. “I’ll develop it myself when I get home. I just finished setting up my darkroom.”

“You’re a photographer?”

“Just an amateur. I caught the bug when I was in Seattle. It’s a great hobby. I’ll bring the prints by The Cookie Jar on my lunch break tomorrow so you can see them.”

The orchestra was playing by the time they reentered the ballroom, and Norman asked Hannah to dance. She couldn’t refuse without seeming rude and Hannah found herself suffering through an agonizingly slow waltz. Norman was, at best, a tentative dancer and Hannah really wanted to lead. But she didn’t want to hurt Norman’s feelings and she endured their dance with a smile on her face.

When the dance had ended, Norman escorted her back to Andrea and their mothers. As they were standing there talking, Hannah spotted Betty Jackson. She wanted to ask Betty if she knew about Max Turner’s early meeting, but Bill wouldn’t like it if she dragged Norman along.

“Would you like to dance again, Hannah?” Norman offered, holding out his arm.

Hannah tried not to flinch at the thought. There was no way she wanted to dance with Norman again. She was just trying to think of a tactful excuse when she had a brilliant idea. “Why don’t you ask Andrea? I heard her tell Bill that she wanted to dance.”

“Good idea.” Norman turned to Andrea with a smile. “How about it, Andrea? Would you like to dance?”

Andrea shot Hannah a wounded look as she danced off with Norman, and Hannah knew she’d have some explaining to do. She’d point out that dancing with Norman, no matter how painful, was better than getting stuck with the mothers.