“No, my roommate.”
“But I thought Laura Lou?”
“So did I, but she isn’t, girls, this is Sue and you all know Mimi by now I imagine. Red-headed people always manage to be known.”
“Couldn’t be a dirty dig?” Mimi flushed.
“Compliment,” Betsy replied.
“Which end of the closet is mine?” Sue asked relieving the tension.
When Betsy rose to show her and to help, the callers left.
“As soon as Chloe comes home”—the suite was already home—“we must have a family conference.” Mimi wanted to get them together to explain her scheme. “Sue, don’t unpack yet,” Mimi ordered. “I’m going after Chloe.”
She was gone leaving good-natured Sue who took orders alike from Betsy and Mimi.
“207-209 is called a suite,” Mimi was explaining to her suite mates when she had rounded up Chloe. “That’s wrong. It’s nothing but two bedrooms with a connecting bath. The only difference I see in it and the other second floor rooms is that we don’t have to use the community baths. A real suite,” Mimi assumed her fourteen-year-old manner of wisdom, “has a sitting room as well as a bedroom.”