What next, Mimi wondered, but nothing else happened until the girls were out of the show. They were only a block and a half from the hotel and Jack had given them explicit directions. He had even spoken to the clerk at the desk. In case they made the wrong turn en route they had only to look up and around to see the big neon sign of the hotel flashing welcome.
“Let’s window shop,” Betsy suggested before they covered the half block.
“Suits,” Mimi replied.
Up and down Church Street, up and down Fifth Avenue, hand in hand, the girls strolled exclaiming in front of this window and that. The jolly crowd jostled them but the girls elbowed along and laughed back.
“I always imagined New Orleans was like this at Mardi Gras time,” Betsy commented. “Wouldn’t you love to go?”
“If it were any more fun than this, I couldn’t live,” Mimi replied.
“Let’s get a sundae before we go up.”
“You think of the grandest things,” Mimi answered following Betsy into the crowded drug store. There were no vacant tables so the girls sat on high stools at the fountain and dangled their legs. Two butterscotch sundaes appeared and disappeared.
“Let’s make a night of it while we have a chance,” Mimi said twirling around on the stool and walking over to pay the check.
“Anything you can think of?”