Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1939-08-11
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and eyes blazing, into the corridor
leading to the elevators. "Now you've
gone and got another - in Deport-
ment. What's the secret of your pop
ularity, huh?"
At noon, when Bill Blaine dropped
into the office, this time expressly
to see Linda-sans pretense Of visit
ing his colleague-she thought of tell
ing Bill of the garageman's imperti-
nence. Then she thought better Of it.
Blaine would probably have him fired.
And although Steve needed lesson,
that would be too stiff a penalty.
Linda's peeve hadn't been solely of
Steve Hubbard's causing. Linda was
angry with Linda before she ever
reached the garage. All night long
Linda had debated with Linda over
whether to heed JOS advice and per-
NIT Bill Blaine to consider her single,
or whether to be honest with herself
and him.
Linda" Bill had said, 'how's about
lunch together? There's a quiet lit
tie French restaurant down the street
that has the fastest prawns creole,
if you go for that sort of thing :. +"
'No, thank you, DR.. BIZ" Linda
began.
"Please skip the doctor stuff, Lin
d." he asked. "The name, to you,
is Bill. And why won't you?".
81 :. I'm afraid I won't have
time," she extemporized. 81 have a
lot of work to and will pick up a
sandwich somewhere, later"
So now it was luncheon dates, so
now it was "call me Bill"
Linda decided, in that moment, that
she shouldn't see Bill Blaine for sew
eral days-not until she and Linda
Morton settled some unfinished bust
ness Of vital Importance to her whole
life. -.
For the next few days while she
wrestled with this problem, Linda was
mot in" when DR.. Blaine telephoned;
was too busy" to talk much when he
showed up in person; she Stunned the
sundeck which she had come to love.
And she ate her lunches alone on a
high stool in a little sandwich shop
few doors from the office building.
In that lunchroom, and from an un-
expected source, Linda found the ans
wer. In the person whom she met
there, Linda was to find the answer
to many of her greatest problems
That night, the night of the day
she rejected Bill Blaine's first invi-
tation to lunch, Linda left the office,
nearly forgetting that she had driv-
en- JOS car to work.
When she drove from the garage,
Steve Hubbard was not in sight. Lin
da's state of mind was not conductive
to calm, steady driving, and neither
was the evening rush hour traffic.
She smacked into the rear of a sud-
denly stopped car, crumpled a fender
and promptly became panicky. She
drove as straight as she could, by
right hand turns, back to the Titan
Tower Garage.
Close to tears, Linda asked the at
tendant if there were someone who
could drive her home.
"I'll see," the attendant said. "I'll
call the assistant foreman. He's the
man you talked to this morning"
Rather than eat humble pie before
Steve Hubbard, Linda would have
charged out into the laundering
stream of traffic again. But she had
no chance. Steve, smile and all, was
at the running board again.
"Drive you home, Lady," he smiled.
Personal service. I'm off work now
and can do it myself. Where TOT"
She told him and he said: "Well,
right near home. I know the way"
They were both strangely silent dur
ing the drive home.
AS the car pulled up before the