Massaging shampoo into his hair, blurred recollections of leaving the house with Sally stirred from the back of his mind. Sally was a local girl who worked in the library. He couldn't remember anything more though. Chills ran through him. Clenching his fists and scrunching his eyes Frank felt sick. The blood, and hardly any recollection of Sally, made him fear for her safety.
After his shower, Frank had a brainwave. He went and got the phone directory and looked up the number of the library. Bang on nine thirty, he picked up the phone and punched in the number. Frank fidgeted, one foot to another, as the rings sounded.
"Thank God!" he exclaimed as someone finally answered. “Sally, are you all right?"
"Yes, but no thanks to you," came the curt reply. "You left me stranded by last night. Forget any idea of a future date!” She hung up.