ANNA AND HELEN TURN up about 30 minutes later, just as I am finishing a beer.
“But you really like that blue one with the big flowers?” Anna is asking Helen as they come in.
“Yes, Anna, I do,” Helen says, “but I really don’t see why you’re asking me. It's not like I know anymore about this kind of stuff than anyone else does. I probably know less.”
“Yes, but these are young women and we need a young woman’s perspective.”
“But Anna, I’m hardly a young woman. Most of these unwed mothers are in their teens. You should ask someone like Mae Trent or Gladys.”
Anna sits down as Helen plops on the couch next to me. “Well, Mae is too busy being wooed by her handsome and wealthy doctor, and Gladys—well, is Gladys. Lord knows I love that girl, but her tastes are . . . unique.”
“Still talking ab
