CHAPTER 10IN A NARROW WORLD
THE poor and beautiful secretary paced her simple little room, which was 30 by 40 feet, wearing simple white satin lounging pajamas, wondering whether she should marry her boss, who was rich and handsome but not so good, or the young saxophonist who was good and handsome, but not so rich.
It could end only one of two ways, Laurel decided. The woman she saw her boss kissing would turn out to be his sister, and the musician would brain someone with his saxophone, and she’d marry the boss. Or the woman she saw her boss kissing wouldn’t be his sister, and the secretary would run away from his apartment leaving the champagne to get warm on the table, straight into the arms of the young saxophonist, and they’d all go home sorry to see Ginger Rogers lose a cool milli
