As Terry pulled me out onto the dance floor, I at least felt the relief of knowing Elva wouldn’t overhear whatever terrible things Terry was sure to say to me. About me, or about my sister. This worked for me, because I wanted answers.
Terry placed his hand on my waist. His other gripped my hand firmly.
I pushed my free hand to his shoulder, using my arm like a wedge to maintain distance between us. Anytime Terry would try to tug me closer, I would push him back. It was a never-ending, exhausting little game.
“What have you done to my sister?” I demanded.
He laughed. “What makes you think I’ve done anything to her?”
“She would never be with you.”
“Oh, darling Piper. So naïve. I assure you that Jane is my willing mistress. Never once have I forced her to do anything against her will.”
