CHAPTER XXII

AN INDISCRETION It was a sunny Saturday in September and Cynthia and Susan were walking swiftly along a street made familiar by nearly a year of daily passing and repassing. Cynthia was on her way to work, and Susan was accompanying her as far as the market, where she planned to lay in the week-end supplies. Susan did not approve of Cynthia’s tactics in marketing. She herself loved to haggle over the price, to poke and sniff and abuse the provisions displayed, mistaking like some older and wiser folk, the attitude …