The Joan Club
November, 1959
In the cab, Joe Dennis put his arm around her and she leaned into him deftly and precisely. Her ear was at his mouth, white and fragile in the dimness, and he kissed it. "You're just about the most beautiful girl who ever lived," he said. He meant it; he was perfectly sober.Joan reacted as she always did to a compliment. Her head inclined a fraction in acknowledgment, but the lovely face remained expressionless, the blue eyes revealed nothing.They left the cab at her building. The elev...
