Four Faces Of Jezebel

There were eight of us: four couples, friends for years. We loved one another dearly; we were as close as fleas. It was Monday morn; it had snowed all weekend. The federal government had closed for a snow day. We all worked for the federal government. We had a day off. The phones started ringing at 10:00 a.m. “We will all meet in the lounge and have lunch together. Bring what you have in the refrigerator—anything cooked and ready to eat. We will buy fire logs to burn in the hanging fireplac...