Anna rose and fled to the bedroom. Lillian followed.
"Cripes," Billy said, "it's like a morgue around here. What do you say? Shall we go?"
"Wait a minute. Lillian will be right back."
"What'll that get us? She's as lively as a stuffed dog herself. Let's shove off."
They were getting into their coats when Lillian came back.
"Oh, don't go yet," she said.
"Yeh, we got to. I've got a tough day ahead of me tomorrow." Billy adjusted the little green feather in the band of his hat and looked expectantly at Lillian.
He could look as expectant as he liked, she thought. She might need the car herself tomorrow. Hubert was going home for dinner and she'd be without a car. After all, it was hers. Gee, if you loaned a thing once to some people they thought they owned it.
"Yep, I'll have a tough day tomorrow."
"Suppose you will," Lillian said agreeably.
"You ought to buy yourself a bicycle, Billy," Louise suggested, "so that half your day wouldn't be taken up getting out to Jamaica."
"Yeh, I'd look cute on a bicycle."
Lillian laughed pleasantly. Billy and Louise waited with their eyes fixed anxiously upon her. A silence during which Louise searched her purse for a handkerchief. The other two watched her interestedly.
"I think maybe I'll buy a little Ford," Billy said at length. "I can't stand this train business much longer."
"Yes, I would if I were you." Lillian moved two inches nearer the door as she spoke.
