Lillian and Rose cleared the table and began their dish-washing. Sylvia went out after charging Rose not to worry about her. She and Max might go on somewhere after the store was closed.
"No getting in at two in the morning, now," Rose ordered.
"How about three?" asked Sylvia. She shut the door before Rose could answer her.
Rose laughed a little. "Young girls are cute, aren't they?" she said to Lillian. "Especially when they're in love for the first time. They're so fresh and sure of themselves."
"Is Sylvia so terribly young?" Lillian asked.
"She's twenty-two."
"Oh," said Lillian. She was twenty-three.
Rose washed the pots and pans while Lillian was putting the dishes back in the cupboard. There was a silence between them for more than five minutes.
Then Rose said, "I'm going to the movies, I think. The Inwood has Milton Sills tonight. I like him."
"Going out for a wild time, huh? Don't get hurt."
Rose had intended to ask Lillian to go with her, but she changed her mind now. Lillian evidently looked upon the movies as a dull way to pass an evening. Rose ran the dish-cloth over the tub where the dishes had drained and hung it to dry on the edge of the sink.
"Finished?" asked Lillian
"Yes, we're finished." Lillian pulled the cord on the light and they left the kitchen. Rose went to the living-room, where she picked up the newspaper and became instantly engrossed in the daily true story. Lillian went
