Bride in Waiting [antikvár]

CHAPTER ONE The flat seemed very empty as April moved about it. In Senora Cortez' bedroom her hastily denuded dressing-table was still thick with powder, and there were one or two dresses hanging up in the wardrobe, but otherwise the room was completely changed. Not even the heavy scent of French perfume could bring Senora Cortez back to the room as a regular occupant. Of the dresses she had said disdainfully, as she cast them aside: *T shall not require them. My husband chose them, and I dislike them intensely, so you can have them. They're about your size, and they'll see you through a few parties if you're thinking of going gay during the next few weeks." Not a word about the many weeks of salary owing to April, or the price of her fare home to England. Presumably she had been leaving these pertinent matters to her husband to be dealt with,-but Senor Cortez had flounced out of the flat in the early hours, and the-only message he had left behind had been to the effect that he was flymg to Brazil. When Senora Cortez saw the message she shrugged her shoulders. "And 1 am flying to New York!" she said. "So that makes two of us clearmg out of this torrid place. Three, because I shall not leave Juan behindl" Juan was the little boy, with very large eyes and