Chapters (17)
But in the glow of the floodlight her spirits revived, and when she stepped into the smoky warmth of the playroom she felt so soothed, so enfolded, that she enjoyed the feel of her own smile as it pushed against her tightening cheeks. Bev and Brad waved from a couch; Catherine waved back. At the piano they were singing “Auld Lang Syne.” These were her friends, her dear friends who were waving to her and laughing and playing the piano and singing. There was a clatter of descending footsteps, and Catherine turned to the half-open door. Len Anderson entered, frowning as he lit a cigarette in cupped hands. “You’re leaving?” he said, looking up harshly. “Arriving,” she answered, and untied her kerchief. “And Len, I can’t tell you what a wonderful party it is.” Pleasure surged in her; and everyone was surprised when she gave him a big hug.