“You, queer?”
“Don’t pretend, Mimi. You know I am. Someday I’ll tell you about it and maybe you’ll understand. Oh gee, I am supposed to be at meeting in chapel this minute. All the Preps—
“No one told me about a meeting.”
Chloe colored.
“Maybe it’s art students only. I’d keep quiet if I were you. Be a lady of leisure while you have a chance. If you were supposed to go and they call your name, I’ll say you are excused.”
By the time Chloe finished talking she had closed the door and Mimi heard her join Olivia and Gretchen.
“Aren’t you lending your charming presence to the gathering?” she heard Olivia ask some girl who was evidently in a great hurry.
“Certainly, I am. Who do you think called this meeting?” The breathless voice was Betsy’s.
So? Mimi figured. That “something nice” is going to happen today. What can it be?
Class officers had already been elected. Since the Prep Department would end this year the seventy-five girls in it had chosen to organize as one class. The very first week of school they had done that and old girls had carried president, vice-president, secretary and treasurer with practically no competition. Maybe they were going to give her a fruit shower or a fudge feast.