A Sorry State
"Go in Diana", said a hostile Carol in an abrupt exasperated voice, "or we shall miss our Indian meal". "Ask a waiter if he has seen Eva, darling". "Oh what a bore!" "Gone again our little virgin, I assume she's lost". " Carol's face had taken on a florid appearance. The radio was playing as she waited by the main entrance. Eva was a model. Aware she was in trouble she appeared wearing a new jersey which she had been washing. Tonight it had a large, or giant, bow attached, the color a dominant red. "Oh! I only went to try on my new pullover". Months of work had gone into it. Without a half-glance she waltzed by the now irate Carol. |