"Both Sylvia and I are sorry, Lillian, but when Sylvia is married perhaps you could share the apartment with me. That is, if you're making enough money by then."
"Oh, thanks, Rose. That gives me something to work for and look forward to."
The Friedrichs looked swiftly to see if Lillian was making light of Rose's offer. It would be the time of times to take offense.
It would make them feel so much happier with their wall brackets and court fountains if Lillian would prove unpleasant.
But Lillian had her back to them. They could not see her face. She was taking off her dress. Other nights she put it on a hanger, but tonight it slid to the floor and she left it there.
"That won't be fit to wear," remarked Rose.
"Plenty more where that came from," Lillian said cheerfully. She was wriggling into her nightgown now.
"Did you set your alarm?" asked Sylvia.
"Tomorrow's Sunday," Lillian said. "And the day after that will be Sunday, too. And the next day will be Sunday. Didn't you know, Friedrichs, it's going to be Sunday from now on?"
The Friedrichs withdrew feeling very righteous. Clearly Lillian was drunk. They owed it to themselves to sever connections with a girl of that caliber.
