Sunday morning was reserved for Paul’s golf game with his usual foursome, disturbed in recent weeks by the odd, brusque withdrawal of his friend Jim Follinsbey. They usually played at the Olympic Club course and had lunch there afterward, along with a drink or two. Louise was happy to stay at home and read Sunday’s San Francisco Chronicle and last Sunday’s New York Times. She did not play golf.

This evening, the museum was putting on a reception and cocktail party for major donors and board members, with a lecture about a new exhibition of ancient and recent Japanese pottery. Paul wore a tuxedo with cummerbund and looked dashing (he complained that he looked like a waiter, but he was secretly pleased with his appearance). Louise was lovely in a long, dark peach evening gown by some famous designer and appropriate but restrained jewelry (Paul had given her the diamond earrings when they married). Louise loved her Jaguar, and she drove them to the museum tonight.

The entrance was brightly lit, and there were several young valets out front. The guy who approached Louise’s Jag was pretty sharp; as he helped her out of the car, he said, “Nice car,” earning a big smile from Louise and a big tip later on. As they walked in, friends and museum staff greeted them enthusiastically, and then they went into the large reception. Waiters brought glasses of champagne and red and white wine, along with hors d’oevres, and they circulated among the crowd. (pp 75-76) Malpractice! the Novel

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Genre – Steamy Courtroom Drama

Rating – R

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