“About fifty, I think.”
“Two—a daughter and a son.”
“Are they about your age?”
“Anita is my age and Teddy is several years older.”
“Do you think it is quite fair to keep your friends in ignorance of your whereabouts?”
“I don’t know, Josie. I acted for the best, I felt, at the time. Now I don’t know.”
“Put yourself in the place of your friends,” suggested Josie. “How would you like it if Anita Trask were to be in trouble and needing a friend and she did not call on you?”
“Oh, but she has her mother and father and her brother!”
“Certainly, and so had you at one time, but she might lose them and have nobody left but you to help her. Would you not have been willing to share to the last crumb and drop with her?”