120 GRAMERCY PARK, NEW YORK CITY. SEVENTEEN
YEARS OLD; HEIGHT: 5 FEET, 4 INCHES;
WEIGHT: 110 POUNDS; BLUE EYES; FAIR HAIR;
WEARING A YELLOW DRESS AND JACKET, NO
HAT, HIGH HEELED GOLD PUMPS AND CARRYING
A BROWN HAND BAG.
That was all. In a few seconds it was over and Judy was left with the sick feeling that no one had heard.
In the living room of their little apartment two hundred miles away, Mrs. Dobbs settled herself in a comfortable rocker ready to relax and listen to the radio. Mrs. Dobbs loved music. Usually she listened to the old-time melodies but there was something especially appealing about the popular song that Kate South was singing. She called to her grandson.
“Come here, Peter, and listen.”