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was able to brief her husband on what had happened while at supper. She had rarely seen Jim Porter so enraged. He gripped his steak knife so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "That thing," he snarled. "That thing is trying to corrupt my son. I'll not have it. It goes tomorrow."

Kate nodded fearfully. "Yes, dear," she said. "But where does Helen go? Back to Porter's Bay?"

"Where do perverts like that always go?" sneered Jim. "Give it a ticket, five thousand bucks for its inheritance and stick it on a plane for New York."

Cathy came bouncing into the dining room, looking hot and sticky in her tennis outfit. At the glare from her father, she sat down quickly. "I'm sorry I'm late," she said. "Has everybody else finished?"

Kate shook her head. There was a silence while Jim Porter tried to eat something. Finally, with an oath, he pushed away his plate and strode over to the liquor cabinet. Never having heard her father curse before. Cathy's eyes nearly popped from her head. "What's up?" she asked, agitation clearly on her face. "Where are Helen and Greg?"

"Not together!" The words spat from her father's mouth.

"Oh," there was a light of understanding in Cathy's eyes. "So you found out about them. Well, it was about time."

"What do you mean?" Kate's white face showed her great astonish- ment. "Just how long has this been going on?"

Cathy shrugged and toyed with her salad. "Answer your mother, young lady!" Her father's drink spilled on the white shag rug, but Kate didn't dare move, so terrified was she by the snarling figure that was her husband.

"G-Greg's b-been chasing H-Helen since we got on the boat in Porter's B-Bay," stammered Cathy. "He wouldn't leave her alone. He's always trying to touch her but she didn't want any part of him, or at least that's what she told me."

"Why didn't you tell us about this?" thundered Jim Porter.

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