"Saw Red this morning. He says Bill's got a girl in Easton."
"Has he?"
And always that shadow between them, of a girl with a pert face and defiant eyes, passing with one of Kay's blankets over her knees.
She could not do it. Before Mrs. Mallory tapped at the door she knew she could not do it. And Mrs. Mallory held a special delivery letter in her hand.
It was from Nora.
