“You know good and well where we’ve been but oh boy! We had a perfectly precious time. Look,” Mimi gushed pointing out her souvenirs. She had pinned the football up by the mirror near Jack’s picture. The program was being pressed dry under the treasure chest.
Before Sue had time to examine either or Chloe to admire the crushed mums in the window, Mimi was exclaiming, “Out with it. Where have you been?”
“I don’t care,” Betsy said sleepily. “Don’t tell us.”
“Aunt Marcia came to see me,” Chloe said proudly. It was fine to have a family.
“Where is she?” Mimi wanted to know. She’d like to see Aunt Marcia. She wished she had the nerve to ask her some questions. Was she a large, slow moving woman? If you called her Aunt Freida suddenly as if by mistake would she flinch?
“Gone. We went out to dinner and a movie with her and spent the night at the hotel with her. She left on the early train and sent us home in a taxi.”
“That makes us even,” Betsy said. “What are we going to do all day. This is only Friday and there’s tomorrow, too.”
“So few of us are here, I imagine we can do what we please. I know,” Mimi raised her voice, “let’s ride horseback!”
“Oh, let’s.”
“We can rent horses out at the Riding Academy. The college girls go all the time and I’ve just been dying to. Betsy, would you ask Mrs. Cole?”