"Hello, mommer!" she said.
Amazing to see the change in that worn face!
"Angie! For goodness’ sake! I never looked for you! Why ever didn’t you write, deary, so’s I’d have something in for your supper?"
"It don’t matter, mommer. I’ll go out and get something."
"I’ll get my purse——”
"No—I got some money. Listen, mommer, I’m going to stay home with you a while. Mr. Eddie’s gone to the war and Mrs. Geraldine’s gone away. Now, for Gawd’s sake, don’t begin to ask a lot of questions! I’m dead tired. I’ll go out and get something for us to eat, and we’ll go to the movies after. You put on the water for tea now, while I run to the corner."
But even after the front door had slammed, it was some time before Mrs. Kennedy got up to put on the kettle.
"What ever is she doing home now, all of a sudden, like this?" she asked herself. "I don’t see. Oh, I do hope there’s nothing wrong! She’s so hasty!"
Angelica came in again with a great paper bag.
"I got a regular treat," she said. "Sardines, rolls, cheese, and a nice big can of cherries!"