told him, too, about a lot of other things you had done for her and Cliff."
"Well, why doesn't Louise come around any more? She isn't having a baby, is she?"
"Not that I know of."
"Why can't she be seen with me? I'm too common, I guess, for a famous man's wife to be friends with."
"To hell with them, Lillian. They're a bunch of oil cans."
"I know it. I guess I always knew it, but I've never been one to like people for a reason."
"Yes. I never sponged on you or talked about you, and still you like Louise better than me."
"No, I don't. Maybe I did once, but living in this lousy place with nothing to do but think, you get kind of sensible even if you fight against it."
Hubert came back just as Theresa was saying good-by to Lillian. She was inviting them to Sunday dinner at her house and Lillian was accepting. Hubert was glad. Sundays were mean, hard days. Everything closed up, everybody quiet. If a fellow was ever going to be blue and discouraged, Sunday was the day for it, all right.
"I guess it's too late to go to the shore now," Lillian said.
"Yes, I guess it is."
"Well, we'll have a good dinner at home. I'll run out and get a good thick steak and corn on the cob and tomatoes and a real creamy cake. How does that sound?"
"Fine."
It was while they were eating the good thick steak that a thought occurred to Lillian. "Say," she said,
