lit cigarettes and settled down to talk. Hubert stared out the window at the clean little Essex. God, his car was dirty. Helen would have a fit.
"Say," he said, "I think I'll take the car and have it washed. I don't want to listen to you two dames gab anyhow."
Theresa watched him go out. She said nothing of what she was thinking and was surprised when Lillian said, "He feels that he really ought to go back to work, but I want him to wait till autumn when there will be better opportunities."
Theresa nodded slowly. Lillian must know how things stood better than she could possibly know. Perhaps matters weren't as bad as they appeared to be.
"I saw Anna and Cliff last night," she said after a time. "They dropped in. Hymie was under the shower and I was washing my hair when they came. Of all times! I could have killed them."
"I can imagine," said Lillian. "I haven't seen them or the Fishers for ages. They all came in that one night I told you about and never came again. I guess they didn't like the apartment. Too lowbrow for them."
"Anna is going to have a baby," Theresa said.
"Oh, yes! That's a surprise to me. I thought she was going to work for ages yet."
"Well, you know, those things happen."
"Yeh. I'll have to write Anna a letter of good wishes and so forth. Maybe I'll drop over and see her."
Theresa shook her head and looked steadily at Lillian. "Don't," she said.
"Why not?"
