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Blanche was early. Would it look better if she turned up with time to spare, or would that put Naida out? Perhaps she’d better sit in the car and pray. Or try to pray. She was sweating, and she never sweated. She took her handkerchief out of her handbag and dabbed the beads of perspiration on her forehead.
The clock ticked on ten minutes. She opened the car door. As she pulled out the keys she dropped them on the floor of the car and had to fumble for them. She hadn’t been this nervous since the first time William asked her out.
By paying careful attention, she made it to the store without tripping over or walking in front of another car.
Naida looked up as she went in. “Good morning, Blanche. Good to see you nice and early. I’ll show you where to put your things, then I’ll start as
