The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1943-11-25
Ask Adam

advice-and it's up to you to take
il or leave it,
And I won't take It" she said.
The idea.'
She had stalked Gut. her head
held high. thinking that 1t was
money thrown away money that
might as well have been tossed into
the nearest gutter. But she was
terribly in need Of rest, and she
wanted to be where it was quiet.
self, to come to Linville and slip
back into her old place among the
crowd with whom she had grown
up. But things weren't that way.
All her old friends were married ;
Aline and Carey, Bill and Susan,
Ken and Hope Randolph, Morton
and Mary. They had homes, and
maybe disagreements also. but at
least they had each other. And they
all treated her as though she we're
something different, the hometown
girl who'd gone away and made
good. They admired her, thought
her clothes were marvellous, and
all that-but sometimes they ap-
peared a little awed when they re-
membered that she had gone places
in the newspaper world, had even
been mentioned now and then
along with the two Dorothys, Par
ker and Thompson. And she didn't
like that attitude little bit. Even
Adam North, although still single,
treated her like all the rest, as
though she were different, some
thing set apart from the people
there in her home town. or course
she had spent lot of time in New
York, and travelling about to many
exciting places. while Adam and
the others had cente7ed their lives
right there in Linville. But still
She reached Mrs. Platt's front
gateSand opened it. AS she did so,
the thought came to her that she
was probably the loneliest person
in all the world. Not a relative, not
beau-just a fairly successful
newspaper career. and big, empty
old house on the outskirts of town.
Hello, there!' said a masculine
voice as she started up the walk.
She turned to see Adam North
coming through the gate. Hello,
YOURSELF she said
Adam joined her and took the
outstretched hand. Lets go over
there and sit in the pergola for a
little while and have a smoke" he
said. ITS carly. and the others
probably haven't come, yet. I've
been Gevilishly busy - the factory,
and need to get my wind before
r listen to Mrs. Plat talk about
the play
II could use a little extra wind
myself" Brenda smiled. I've been
working deyilisfly hard also-on
the play manuscript" They walked
across the lawn that was gradual
ly taking on winter-time appear
ance. Il forgot my cigarets, so
youll have to share yours" she
said.
Gladly Adam held out his
package. Then when their cigarets
were lighted. he said, Say, this is
like the old days, isn't it? Eemem-
Der when Mrs. Plat used TO let Us
nave her lawn for our Sunday
school ice cream suppers :"
Brenda nodded. I'm going to
write about things like that" she
said. That's one reason I decided
to come home for my rest. instead
OF going to a resort. There's too
much being written that's contem-
porary. like stories that have
nostalgia effect--that carry folks
back to times when life wasn't so
terribly hectic"
Adam looked at her closely. But
that's what you wanted, I thought.
Excitement - rushing here and
there. If T remember rightly, you
laughed at ice cream socials, Sun
day school, picnics; that is. as you
grew older. You thought them dull
wanted to travel and be able to
write about far-off, exciting cities