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came down the stairs. "I've already had two drinks, and I'm feeling, well, I'm feeling just about right."

"Then I did you a service, didn't I?" Bob replied. "I'll have to catch up, mind you, but we'll both be ready for the evening, and in just the right spirits." He shrugged into his coat, put his hat atop his head, and waved away the house staff's efforts to be part of his departure. "Let's get this show going. Who am I to wine and dine tonight?"

*

"Marion, I don't know," Barbara squirmed in her over-stuffed armchair. It certainly wasn't the seat making her uncomfortable.

"Honey, why not? You have to get out for a change. It'll be good for you!" Marion Marx wouldn't give up. Her best friend was having second, even third, thoughts. Marion watched her twirl a lock of silky hair around her left forefinger, her legs tucked under her and her elbow propped on the chair arm.

Barbara's lack of confidence was obvious. The stubborn, sad set of her lips showed lines that didn't usually appear on her soft face. "I don't know," she repeated.

Leaning out the bathroom door to chat with her friend, Marion had just soaked a pair of hose in the sink. She disappeared again to hang the hose on the shower. Back in her bedroom, she dropped hard on her bed and leveled a stare at Barbara.

"Zeppo's made arrangements. We have reservations. You're going with us. End of discussion." Marion fell against her pillows, propping up on one arm. She watched Barbara's reaction, knowing this was the only way to handle her when she got into this mood.

"Before you say anything more," Marion continued, "I know how uncomfortable this makes you. I also know how miserable you are, honey. Ever since you left Frank. . . ."

Barbara turned her head away. The tears were coming.

"It's been hard on you, and on Dion. We're here to help you, and you know that."

"I do, Marion, I do. I don't know what I'd have done without you both."

Marion leaned over to the nightstand and picked up a box of tissues. "Here, sweetie," she handed one to Barbara.

"You don't have to worry about being without us," Marion continued. "That won't happen. But understand part of us helping you get back on your feet involves making sure your career stays on keel. You can't let Frank Fay or anything about him take you down!"

"That sonofa"

Marion's laughter rang out. "That's my girl!" Her giggles slowly subsided. She'd intentionally drawn out Barbara's fighting side. "So, we won't let Mr. Fay get in the way, will we? Zeppo's put together a great night

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