Chapter 5

They were just ready to sit down. Ethel gave Ross a nod toward her place, her look conveying deep dissatisfaction coupled with resignation. After all, Ethel thought, all these people knew Ross for an erratic little professional person; it didn't much matter how she looked. It didn't occur to Ethel that Ross really did look as though she possessed individuality, which was more than could be said of the other women, who might all have been poured into the same mold of fashion; flawless, conscious, afraid to differ fr…