The Pad; A Story Of The Day After The Day After Tomorrow

In the expansive, expensive atmosphere of Sardi's Topside, two hundred stories above the city, a pretty girl was no novelty, nor a beautiful one either for that matter. So the redhead in the green suit, who would certainly have drawn stares, turned heads, on the lower levels, received no attention here at all until she stopped at Ron Lowell-Stein's table and slapped him. A good, roundhouse smack right across the kisser.