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neatly next to the phone. He thumbed through them idly, wondering why people even bothered to call late on a Friday afternoon. It was get-away time, time to forget about Frazier Securities and time to get away from the city. He rifled through the collection a second timenames he hadn't heard, people he didn't know, except one. Peggy Bowles. For a fleeting moment he toyed with the thought of calling her. Then he discarded the idea and flipped through the stack again. It was nothing more than a game with dumb Peggy. He knew why she was calling. He laughed. He had confided to Bertram Hollister only yesterday at lunch that he had one helluva idea for Bertram's rapidly growing toy companya Peggy doll! Peggy dolls stood up and uttered four-letter words, a veritable string of obscenities that would make a teamster blush. Then, if you poured a little alcohol on it, the doll laid down on its back and spread its legs. |
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Hollister had laughed. He had laughed because Frazier Securities was holding the purse strings on his overextended toy empire and the chairman of Frazier had made the joke in passing. Bertram Hollister had no way of knowing that Charlie knew the 60-year-old toy czar had Peggy ensconced in a tidy little play pad on East Short Drive, and so he laughed. There was a bitter betraying irony in |
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