CHAPTER NINE
Valerie turned off the water in the shower and pulled on the white terrycloth robe that hung on the wall next to the stall shower. And grabbing a towel to wrap around her wet hair, picked up the ringing telephone.
"Hello," she said, holding the telephone receiver between her shoulder and her chin, wrapping the towel turban style around her hair.
"Listen, Valerie," Robert's voice came back at her. "Don't bother about dinner tonight. We're going out. Lay out my dinner jacket and wear something sharp. I'll be home at seven. Be ready, okay?"
Valerie felt a wave of happiness come over her that had been missing for some time.
"Of course, Bob," she answered. "I'll be ready when you get home. But where are we going... and what's the occasion?" she asked, not really caring, just p
