Addressing the woman’s reflection in the mirror, Annie said, “I’m off now, Mrs. O’Hare—I’m due at my daughter’s work to pick up my granddaughters.”
Lucky O’Hare, interrupted in applying make-up to her beautiful face, met Annie’s eyes in the mirror. “Oh! I thought you were helping with luncheon today.”
“Not today. We’re going Christmas shopping together and then I’m off the rest of the week. When I asked, you said yes.”
Pouting slightly, her beautiful lips shown to full advantage, Lucky said, “That is just too bad. Darn. I was counting on you.” She shot Annie a dazzling smile and raised her voice a quarter octave. “Your daughter works at NBC, doesn’t she? Perhaps she could put in a good word for us?”
That she remembers.
That she remembers.“She does, in the publicity office for The Toni
