“After my little act of the night before, I hadn't expected them to let me go. I was surprised when Moreno said it would be all right; surprised and delighted. I might have another chance of seeing Iris Pattison. Iris had done something to me. That afternoon I had forgotten to start agonizing around cocktail time and in spite of my shaking fit in the physio-therapy room, I felt pretty good. I was almost childishly excited when Fogarty brought me my dress clothes, which he had produced fr...om some mysterious place. He had to help me with my tie, but otherwise I managed. A furtive glance in the mirror was fairly satisfactory. I looked almost human with my artificial sun tan and eyes that were no longer yellow or bloodshot. After dinner Miss Brush appeared, radiant in a slinky white dress, with a red corsage which added an intriguingly diabolic touch to her angelic blondness. The staff always dressed for these Saturday nights.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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