4
Incredulous, with that letter burning her flesh, tearing and rasping at her heart where she had thrust it into the bosom of her dress, she made the journey to Chicago.
“All over ... all over ... all over....” She could not understand it.
Felix was not in the studio. She called him up at the office. He was not there.
Was he with Phyllis?
She waited. Three days.
“Well,” she said aloud to the empty studio. “It’s true. It is all over.”
She went back to the Motion Picture World, gave some explanation of her absence, and started in making up the magazine.
“You know,” said Bodger, the editor, “we’re considering moving out to California in the course of the next few months. Los Angeles. Might as well be on the spot.... I don’t suppose you’d consider coming along with us?”
“Oh, I might!” said Rose-Ann.