Chapter 22

   Her coat draped over her shoulders and her dance bag under her arm, Alice dashed from Herzog's front door to the Nomad waiting on the curb, its exhaust billowing a light smoke into the cool moist February air.  

   Dennis pushed the passenger door open, and Alice slipped inside, sliding all the way over and kissing Dennis very hard and very long.

  “Good to see you, too,” Dennis said, with a wry smile. He put the Chevy in gear and moved out into traffic. “And how was your class?”

   “Good,” Alice said. “We're rehearsing for Spring Recital. My little babies are startin’ to look like dancers.”

   “Well, big n...

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