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table before she puts out.
    'Shep Worth,' he said obligingly.
    'And this is Jordanna, Cheryl and Marjory,' added Grant, always the polite host.
    'We're a singing group,' Jordanna deadpanned.
    'Really?' Sissy was impressed. 'And where exactly do you sing?'
    Shep burst out laughing.
    'Did she say something funny?' Grant snapped.
    'They all say something funny,' Cheryl murmured.
    Grant took Sissy's arm. 'Let's dance.'
    She was disappointed. 'Aren't we going to sit with your friends?'
    'Later,' he muttered, pulling her towards the small crowded dance floor where the soulful sounds of Whitney Houston filled the air.
    Jordanna narrowed her eyes. 'Do you think Grant uses a condom?'
    'He'd be crazy not to,' Cheryl replied. 'He sleeps with at least two different girls a week.'
    Jordanna tapped her fingernails on the table. 'Yeah, well, it's that whole macho thing,' she said knowingly. 'Whatever they tell you, men are
not
into condoms, they figure it slows down their action.'
    'I hope you're not telling me
you
let them get away with that crap,' Cheryl said sternly.
    'Do I look like an idiot?' Jordanna replied, brushing back her long dark hair. 'I buy them by the gross and keep them in a cookie jar on the coffee table. They soon get the hint, and if they don't they're out the door.'
    Oh yeah? Who was she kidding? Twice the previous month she'd indulged in unprotected sex because she'd been too out of her head to care. Every so often she found herself on a self-destruct course. Drinks, drugs, wild sex, anonymous partners. When she came to her senses she swore she'd never do it again. And yet something always happened that pushed her over the edge.
    Wife number five was responsible for her last binge. Gotta get over caring so much about Daddy. He obviously didn't give a damn about her.
    The truth was she knew she had to gain control of her emotions and stop feeling that way. If she didn't get it together nobody was going to do it for her. Right now she was off drugs. No grass. No cocaine. No crazed nights. She was cleaning up her act and it felt good.
    'I had another death threat,' Marjory said, speaking for the first time in an hour.
    Jordanna leaned forward. 'A
what
?'
    'I've been getting these letters,' Marjory confessed.
    What kind of letters?' Cheryl asked.
    Marjory clammed up. 'I don't want to talk about it.'
    The hell you don't,' Cheryl said, signalling the pretty waitress to bring her another drink.
    Marjory's voice was low and even. 'He says he's going to slit my throat.'
    'For God's sake!' exclaimed Jordanna. 'Have you contacted the FBI?'
    Marjory looked mournful. 'I haven't told anyone.'
    'Not even your father?' Shep questioned.
    'He's too busy,' Marjory said.
    They could all identify with that.
    Jordanna crammed more tortilla chips into her mouth and asked Marjory how many letters she'd received.
    Marjory didn't care to talk about it any more. 'I'm sure it's someone playing a joke,' she said, closing the subject.
    'Some sicko joke,' commented Cheryl. 'Give the letters to your old man, he should have his security check them out.'
    'Yes, I will,' Marjory said. 'If you think I should.'
    '
Of course
you should,' Cheryl insisted.
    'Make sure you do,' Jordanna added sternly.
    Arnie approached their table, gap-toothed leer on full alert. 'Hiya, Levitt,' he said, referring to her by her surname which always irritated her.
    She gave him one of her direct
don't-fuck-with-me
stares. 'What do you want, Arnie?' she asked, willing him to leave her alone.
    As host of the hottest club in town most women were ready to rock 'n' roll any way he wanted, he got off on the fact that Jordanna wasn't all over him. 'Charlie's throwing a party at his house after we close tonight. Wanna go?'
    With you?'
    'Yes, with me.'
    'No offence, Arnie, but I've told you before - I'm not interested in dating you.'
    This wouldn't be a date.'
    'Oh yeah? What would it be?'
    He scowled. 'What's your problem, Levitt?'
    She stared him straight in the eyes. 'I don't want to