Crossroads of Desire by Amos Hatter — page 65: what you’re looking at

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CROSSROADS OF DESIRE Connie started toward the bedroom. Philip pinched the little French maid’s cheek and beamed. He gave her a large wink and then took off after Connie. Yvonne stared after them, fascinated with terror. Connie turned on her light. She dropped her coat from her shoulders. At that moment Philip entered the room behind her. But the next second he was startled as Connie let out a little cry. To his amazement she ran across the room, “Larry!” Connie cried with a mixture of gratitude and jubilation, Philip was struck dumb. His eyes were riveted on the sleeping piano player. A storm gathered in the eyes of the President of the Hathaway Lock and Bolt Company of New England. He let out a roar as he damned the premiere danseuse of the Ballet du Roi to eternal fire and brimstone. Phillip turned and stormed out of the apartment forever. “O my darling, my darling!” Connie cried, out of her mind with happiness. She flung herself down beside Larry. He groaned. His eyes came open long enough to recognize Connie. He smiled contentedly but managed to lift a numb arm and get it about her shoulder. Then he went back to sleep as she showered his face with kisses. Yvonne smiled as she closed the door and hurried to her Gene who was hiding in the kitchen. THE END comichooks.com