Theresa said nothing. She said nothing very eloquently. Lillian instantly knew that Theresa didn't regard this as much of a room.
"Of course I mean with a rug and a few other changes," Lillian hastily added. She hadn't meant that at all. The room looked perfect to her the way it was.
"It only has one window," Theresa said, "and it's too small. I don't like painted furniture either."
"Oh, don't you? Well, I don't know, I always thought it was cute, but I suppose it gets on your nerves after a time."
"Louise hasn't any nerves," said Theresa. She started out of the bedroom and Lillian followed her. After all, they had done all they could for Louise.
Outside they found Billy getting ready to go to the delicatessen store for sandwiches. Hubert was going with him. Hymie was insisting that he should go instead of Hubert. Hubert was shouting above the radio music that he could drive Billy to the store as he had a Packard right outside.
Billy and Hubert finally went.
"I ought to have gone," Hymie protested.
"Well, couldn't you have gone with them?" Theresa asked.
A light broke over Hymie's face, and reaching for his hat, he rushed toward the door. But it was too late. Crestfallen, Hymie returned to the party just in time to hear WEAF sign off for the night. He switched off the set and put a record on the Victrola.
Fred and Anna danced.
