Party Girl
October, 1957
Certainly, blanchard thought, this was worth looking at twice. Something not exactly routine, he thought coolly, watching the girl over the rim of his glass, beginning to drift through the crowd toward her. It was a routine cocktail party, a publisher's affair swirling with routine types. And Blanchard hated being bored.She was indeed a pretty girl. Probably a model, he thought. There were plenty of them around and they showed up in the damnedest places. Her make-up suggested it: a skillful job...