“Why not ask your beloved Dit? Seniors can chaperone.” It was Sue’s voice and she had been lagging near. She couldn’t help but be interested in other people’s business.
“I couldn’t bear to have her refuse me.”
“I’ll go ask her by myself,” Betsy volunteered. “I’ll take Jack’s picture and tell her she can ride in the front seat with him and—”
While Betsy was gone Mimi rummaged in the closet for the plaid wool. Right now before another thing happened she’d take it to the office to be sent to the cleaners.
Mimi had never learned that “haste makes waste.” She grabbed up the hanger and as she swung out of Tumble Inn, a sickening sound stopped her.
B-z-z-z—
She knew before she looked. She had torn the plaid dress! One of the pockets had caught on the door knob and besides the ripping, there was a tear.
“I would,” Mimi moaned.
“Remove the scowl,” Betsy called from the landing of the stairs. “Dit can go. We’ll have to pay her hotel bill. Do you think you can manage?”
“Sure. I haven’t spent anything this month so far. I must have known something like this would happen. But, Betsy—look what this clumsy ox has done to the plaid wool dress!”