CHAPTER 6I drew a deep breath. Phyllis’s regard for the truth had always been definitely pagan, but this was just too much.
“I hope to heaven she doesn’t see her husband out there,” I thought, and I must have thought it aloud, because Miss Caroline said, “I beg your pardon? I don’t hear awfully well.”
I caught myself sharply. “I said, ‘Here’s Mrs. Lattimer now,’ ”…being a little pagan about the truth myself.
“Oh…how pleasant,” Miss Caroline said brightly. “She’s a Northern woman, isn’t she?”
“She certainly is,” I replied. I don’t think anybody from below the Mason and Dixon’s Line would have had quite the unmitigated nerve that Phyllis Lattimer was displaying just then. She didn’t even wait for Jennifer to announce her in any way. She came straight in, smiling at me with the most charm
