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skip out as soon as I can get our money together. Then we can go back to Rivers Hospital to have the implants removed." As the tears began to flow freely, they clung tightly together, until at last fatigue over- came them both and they fell into a fitful sleep.

On the following day, Angie slept quite late and was in a sombre mood when he finally arose. Quite unlike himself, he spent much time in front of the mirror studying his face before making up. Jean was surprised to see him powdering and rouging his cheeks, something he rarely did on a non-working day. Today, however, he even put on his false eyelashes and dark eyeliner with heavy eyeshadow and highlights about his eyebrows. Jean could hardly believe it when he put on the long fall which permitted long golden strands to cascade over his shoulders and down his back like a great lion's mane. The "wetlook" lipstick completed the glamourous look that Angie for some reason seemed intent on producing for that day.

Angie had put gold chain earrings in his pierced ears but had dif- ficulty choosing any other clothing for the day. It took him a while to settle on a black bra and black lace panties with an oldfashioned gar- ter belt and dark tinted stockings. He paraded around like that for a while, looking at himself in the full-length wardrobe mirror, trying to decide upon a dress to wear. Finally he chose a dress with two tiny straps over the shoulders, low cut at the front but fairly short with a mass of petticoats gathered to a narrow waist. He looked ready for a cocktail party even though it was only midday, when at last he was fully dressed.

Jean was about to tackle her moody husband in regard to his dress when the bell rang, and she could see, through the porch win- dow, that Robert Cort had arrived. Leaving Angie contemplating a number of perfumes, she went quickly to the door to admit the boss of Pacific Studios.

"Bob, how nice to see you," she said cheerily.

Bob Cort glowered at her so fiercely, Jean almost felt she had been slapped. No point beating about the bush, he thought savagely. "Is your husband in?" he spat out each word, the anger clear in his voice.

Jean stepped back, stung. She felt a hot flush pass right over her. He knows, she thought wildly. Surprisingly, her knees were shaking.

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