"Lots of fun," the imaginary Kelsey said smiling. "Six people instead of three can share it. The more the merrier."
In her mind, the imaginary Kelsey hesitated, then said, "What Quik-Pik book are you reading right now?"
"Which one are you reading, honey?" she evaded.
You never read anything everyone else wasn't reading; she knew that much.
"Well, I like MY DAY AT THE OFFICE. It shows how a woman gets through a day with her fellow workers in her office, how she smiles and is pleasant and well-liked and never loses her temper. It shows all the little tricks you can pull that help you sell yourself."
"That sounds like a wonderful book, honey. I'll get it at once!"
It sounded right. But there was something wrong. It was the right thing to talk about, but it wasn't what she would prefer to talk about if she were alone with Kelsey. Feeling the way she felt, she didn't think she would want to talk much at all if she were alone with Kelsey.
But she knew that was a real social taboo—not saying anything at all.
Anyway, she gave herself a Gold Star for being so sociable with the imaginary Kelsey. She was sure, very sure, she could sell herself to Kelsey.