be delayed. It was no more than a minute that they waited there, but it would have stretched magically from ten to thirty minutes by the time the passengers repeated it at dinner that evening.
Inwood at last. Lillian stepped briskly down the stairs, rearranging her clothes as she walked. She went to the butcher's first and purchased two lamb chops. She said she wanted them cut thick. The butcher nodded and cut them thin. He knew very well that anybody who dealt there couldn't afford thick chops. Next door she bought a head of lettuce and a large tomato. She crossed Post Avenue and stopped at the drug store for a jar of Vaporub. A small jar.
Well, now that was done. She wondered how Hubert was. He was such a fool about that cold. She hoped that he hadn't been doing anything silly that would make him worse.
She was relieved to find him on the couch in the living-room. He was lying in his pajamas with a sheet drawn over him.
"Hello," he said.
"Hello. How are you?"
"All right, I guess. How was the job?"
"Fine. I think I'll like that store. Of course it's only the first day, but you can tell pretty much about it."
He nodded and she turned away to put the lamb chops to broil. He was glad she was home. It had been a miserable day. First of all he hadn't felt so awfully good. Then, too, he had been kind of worried about one thing and another. And lonesome. Now the Packard, for instance. Lillian would probably be asking for
