Chapter XVIII

Janice banged the door behind her. Humiliation succeeded fury. If moments of crisis revealed one’s true self, she and Millicent Hale had not shown up well under the late passage-at-arms. Two tenement-house women fighting over a man would have stripped down to the same basic frenzy. “And got him!” The words chased one another round and round in her mind, like a cat in pursuit of its tail, as she hurried to the H house. Raw, terribly raw. What would Bruce think if he heard what she had claimed? The question which hau…