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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
THAT SPRING Aida Somers
rented the house next to the Par
rishes and Eleanor found in her the
intellectual companionship she had
never met in any other woman.
Eleanor called it intellectual COM
panionship. Actually, it was no
more than her first contact with
the point of view of a sophisticated
woman of the world.
A fairly successful portrait
painter, Aida, at the age of 80,
was unmarried. Her conversation,
devoid of the trivia regarding mat
tiers domestic, was witty, wise and
an endless source of information
to Eleanor. Trained longer than
Eleanor to read the emotions, the
motives, the experiences that wrote
themselves onto the faces of her
subjects, Aida had much to offer
Phil Parrish'S wife.
The writer in Eleanor drank in
the observations of her new friend
and found the dimensions of her
own perception widening, but when
Aida attempted to advise her in
matter that concerned her person
ally, Eleanor reverted to her own
point of view.
Aida advised her to join Phil in
Florida.
1t was early in April, and Aida
had dropped in for a cup of tea
late in the afternoon.
1.-THE book is DONE" Eleanor told
her. II sent it off last night with
a prayer. / didn't like to send it
without showing it to Phil, but 1
couldn't wait until he gets back
from Florida"
Phil was in Florida with a group
of sports colunnEai@ts, covering the
baseball training camps.
How much longer will he be
away?"
1.-THE whole month, l expect. 1t
would be a good month for me to
start another story, but 1 am so
much mentally involved over the
outcome of this one, don't believe
] could concentrate. l always feel
like a lost soul when l finish
story"
why don't you run down to
Florida for a week or two?"
Eleanor laughed. Whatever
would 1 do there?"
Aida shrugged her shoulders.
Swim anC dance and meet the
wives of your husbands friends
You might even forget that you're
an author for few days, and pre-
tend you're like other wives-just
a wife,"
"Just a wife!" Eleanor poured
herself a fresh cup of tea and
smiled derisively at her friend
You ought to know me better than
that after all the talks we've had"
Il didn't mean that you had to
take a basket of darning and go
over your husbands check books"
the other girl said calmly. IT mere
~ IAAOdSllI IL might NC d ClldIlSS LOI
both of you to have a holiday to-
gether. You know, Eleanor, that
the business of holding a husband
is almost as hard as getting one."
Eleanor raised her eyebrows and
spoke with an amused tone, Don't
tell me it was ever hard for you to
get one, Aida"
Thanks for the compliment.
might return it by saying some
thing about its being hard to un-
derstand how you might lose yours.
But, If you can stand a little plain
talk, l would venture to say that
it is not impossible"
Eleanor regarded her smilingly.
Il haven't known you very long"
her guest continued, but rye
known enough OF you to know that
your husband is like piece of your
furniture. He's something you've
chosen to live with and you expect
1t to be there until it is worn out.
You're a very attractive woman.
my dear, but your husband is a