The Waterbury Democrat., 1945-08-10
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speak like that. I ann said Milli- cent and added surprisingly, q still am. Why do you suppose I've stayed here all my life2 I've waT1t- ed to break away often enough. '
 But if you felt like that-why
 "Oh, you wouldn't understand" !" said Millicent inpatiently. "Jim Thombson's nice boy but he isn't he can't compare with your fatherl''
 Emily wanted to laugh, wanted to cry, wanted to hug this small, dissatisfied woman whose love for her husband remained stubborn and unalterable despite her dissat- isfaction and what she believed was her unhappiness.
 Nancy" said her mother, im- mediately, '.is like me, as I've said. But this is different generation. More impatient, more restless. Shed never stick with Jim no matter how much she cared for him. And I don't believe that she does. This is just - amusing her. self. If she cares for anyone-no tits Frank Edgar, and ne's per- fectly suitable. They would be very happy together. I - I want you to realize that, Emily. was distressed when I overheard you and Jim"
 "Just what do you want me to do?" asked Emily bluntly.
 t You, needn't do anything" said her mother carefully. .:You needn't encourage Frank for one thing. If you don't if he and Nancy are together a good deal for the rest of the summer-"s
 She rose, put the top back on the cold cream jar, moved toward the door.
 Wait minute" said Emily, what did you mean when you said you didn't think Nancy cared for anyone now - except Frank?"
 Her mother turned.
 "Your Aunt Martha wrote me-" she said, about a man on that last trip they took. Nancy has snapshots of him in her desk, I saw them. I saw a letter she started to him and tore up
 You read it!" asked Emily, aghast.
 "Why not, she's my daughter" :" said Millicent. T pieced 1t to- gether. It was-hysterical Thank God, she didn't send it. The man." she added, wasn't at all suitable; Martha made that clear. He's been married before, he has very little money and less repu- tation :. You can imagine how grateful I felt when l realized that Frank was becoming interested in her. The letter said," she went on, -'that if he would write her, Nancy would manage to go to New York and meet him. Now perhaps you understand why I've been nearly crazy with worry. I haven't spoken to her, know better than that. I can't tell your father. But I am telling you, Emily, because I want you to know how unhappy she's been-must have been to consider anything as inSane-ar1d how much I've counted on someone like Frank making her forget this Drew Warner
 She's never spoken of him to me since she came home" said Emily. Tor in any of her letters"
 "She wouldn't" said Millicent. T judged that, from what she wrote him or meant to write him."
 Emily said. Perhaps she re- wrote it.
 T watched said her mother calmly, T don't think she did. Be- sides, he isn't in New York now. I saw clipping on NancS's desk, Martha must have sent it. He's oil on some woman'S estate.y
 The door closed behind her.
 At least. thought Emily, I've my orders. I know where stand.
 She felt the tears sting in her throat again. She thought, I must try to sleep. But she could not until she heard the office telephone ringing. in it's impatient way, blurred by distance. It had been turned of in her fathers bedroom but it would be ringing wildly and increasingly in the garage apart ment until answered.
 It stopped ringing.
 A moment later she heard Nancy's step on the gravel and the back door closed. She heard the nor cyHnrf nut nF &h. 0arawa k,,rv,