“Well, I wasn’t going to stand for that, so I stood my ground.”
“You mean,” Nan interpreted, “that you shoved right back.”
“Well, if you want to call a little push that, yes,” Bess admitted. “But if I’d known who it was, I would have knocked her down.”
“Why, Bess!” Nan was horrified and amused. “You little beast! I’m surprised at you.”
“She’s always getting us into trouble.” Bess was indignant all over again. “There I was, minding my own business, thinking nice thoughts, and having quite a perfect time. No one was farther from my concern than she. And what happens? She walks right into me, pushes me aside, never begs my pardon, and presents her passport first.”
“Then what did you do?” Laura asked. She was as amused as Nan.
“What could I do?” Bess inquired sharply. “I couldn’t fight with her there in front of all those people. She had the advantage and knew it. She’s the most unfair person I’ve ever come across. I hate her!”
“Was that all that happened?” Laura was reluctant to let the subject drop.
“All! Wasn’t that enough?” Bess exploded again.
“Well—yes.” Laura admitted. “But don’t you know anything more about her. Did you leave right away?”