"Come on up to my place," she said. "Let's have some coffee and cake."
The girls were willing to accompany her. They threw over the chance to see John Gilbert make love to Greta Garbo. It was worth it. They wanted to see Lillian's new home.
They waited politely at the bakery counter while she purchased an apple cream cake. Then they walked home with her.
Lillian took their wraps and bade them be seated while she made coffee. They looked the apartment over. Louise was the bolder of the two.
"What possessed you to come here?" she asked.
"Now, what would possess anybody to come here? The rent's cheap."
"Oh," breathed Louise. "Where's Hubert?"
"He'll be in soon. He's in a bit of a hole. He made some bum investments and we're trying to make them up by economizing for a while. All in the life of a kept woman, girls, all in the life of a kept woman."
"Still got the cars?" asked Anna.
"We're selling the Nash. Not the Packard, of course. We're not that bad off."
"I see," said Anna. "Well, you're certainly a brick to be willing to live here."
"Oh, I don't mind. We're hardly ever in. We've been chasing around a lot. I've been meaning to drop over and see you both at different times, but you know how it is. You get busy and all."
The girls nodded understandingly. Louise asked if she could have another cup of coffee. Lillian poured
