บท 55: Chapter 55: Blancos and Negroes

I was determined to discover the connection between the De Anza Hotel and Frances. What was it, that involved meeting people in seedy hotels? Leaves for days on end; her itineraries cloaked in secrecy and deception. I deduced the answers to my internal questions weren’t pleasant, and I didn’t want to believe what I suspected. I’m screwed.

December 31st Rachel returned from LA.I promised before she left, that I'd take her to Roger and Connie’s annual party. She arrived on the train and I picked her up at the train terminal.

She approached me in the lobby, strutting like a model on a cat-walk runway. She looked completely different. Gone is the red hair, replaced by a short straight white-blond bob. Her baby-blues were outlined in mascara and her lips were seductively brushed in red lipstick. She wore an exceptionally short black leather skirt and a cowgirl fringed sequined silver blouse that augmented her breasts like Dale Evans on silicone implants.