Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1940-12-20

van screamed money. Even Sonny
in her ineXperience recognized that.
Hope you're better cook than
my pal" said the young man at the
table with a grin, as Sonny waited
to take his order.
Hollister came over to the table,
while he waited for his telephone
call.
81 may be poor cook but my
judgments good" He nodded to-
ward Sonny.
jamie Hicks laughed. "Not bad,
I admit"
Sonny's cheeks burned. It was all
she could do to refrain from making
a sharp retort.
They ordered chicken sandwiches
and milk. AS Sonny filled the order,
the telephone rang.
"I'll take it. It's probably my
CALL" HOLSTER called. He talked a
long time. Sonny heard his CONVEX
sation without interest.
"It's swell, Nom, we're going to
drive on tonight. Of course, we'll
be careful. We're near Monroe-in
Michigan"
When he finally hung up the re-
ceiver, he went over to the phono-
graph and dropped in some nickels.
"Please, not that awful song a.
gain!" Sonny prayed. It wasn't. It
was brisk rhumba, done by AL Cor
ey's famous band.
When HOLSTER returned to the
table he remarked:
"This looks as though it were go
ing to be a nice evening""
Jamie agreed enthusiastically.
"Wonder if she's got friend?"
eff she has, she won't be good look
ing. They never are!"
He watched Sonny's read head bent
over the sandwiches she was MAX
ing.
Looks as though she might be able
to step on a dance floor. These
small-time girls surprise you, some
times"
When Sonny brought them their
food, Tom spoke: BUSY tonight?"
Sonny's lips were a straight line:
Eyes"
Tom Hollister raised his eyebrows
as he watched Sonny's rebellious
face.
eve thought you might like to go
dancing"
~ don't dance"
Nonsense, you're probably a
whiz."
The girl turned away abruptly to
hide her face. Tom caught at her
dress.
"Hey, wait a moment. We're no
big bad wolves-just a couple Of
kids who'd like a date ,
Tom was amazed to see tears in
Sonny's eyes as he turned her a.
round. Just why she made an ex-
PLANTATION, for Sonny was not given
to that, she did not know.
"I don't dance, tell you. I've
never been to one in my life."
High time you started then. What
time are you through here?"
"In an hour. But I can't go, I tell
you."
"Why?" the New Yorker demand
ed in surprise.
"I'm not allowed"
Don't be silly. Of course, you're
going"
81 tell you l don't Dance" Her
voice was loud for the photograph
had suddenly stopped. Tom jumped
up, dropped some nickels in the ma
chine.
"Come, can teach you in ten easy
lessons, I'm good"
He grabbed Sonny's slender waist.
Follow me. It's easy. Just one
step. Now I'll count"
To her own amazement, Sonny
obeyed meekly. They whirled about
the floor, Sonny stumbling now and
then, her face crimson with embar-
rassment. If her father should come
in, or another customer!
Don't be so rigid. Just think Of
the music-now, one, two, three"
Jamie beat time loudly with a
fork. "Good, you're getting it," he
called above the music.
Sonny's forehead was damp and
her red hair curled tightly about her
forehead. Tom kept at it, leading
her expertly. When she missed a
step he covered her mistake quickly.
The music finally stopped.
They paused, breathless, until he
dug out some quarters.
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