Friday, October 06, 2006
Dance Card. Full.
May and Agnes ran down the hall to the multi-purpose room. They couldn't really run, of course, but that's how they felt. It was almost five thirty, the dance was in full swing. He was already there, surrounded by harlots and whores. Not one under 70. May knew Agnes had really taken a shine to him. Agnes thought May was his favorite. They had been best friends since before the war, The Great War, and swore they wouldn't get cross or fight over him.
He caught their gaze from across the room, and smiled.
