Velvet is the Night

Women, he had decided, wanted things both ways. When it suited them, they insisted on ordering their own lives. When their troubles became too much for them, they expected some strong male to step in and assume them.

At this, David had unobtrusively slipped from the room.

There was no way to soften the truth. “Yes,” said John, “she is. Bu

Adam was the making of me.