"Hello, Mrs. Feeney," Lester said, opening his eyes reluctantly.
"Lester Holmes!" Mrs. Feeney screeched. "You ought to be horse whipped! Only a no good skunk like you would even think of deserting his wife and child like this! Only a low-down rat...."
"Mother!" Ginny cried, shoving Mrs. Feeney desperately back and pulling the door open. "Please, mother! There isn't time to bawl Lester out—not now!"
"I'm going to have my say!" Mrs. Feeney snarled determinedly. "I don't care!"
"Write me a letter!" Lester said, taking Ginny's arm and drawing her into the seat. "Just keep it clean enough to go through the mails!"
"Why you...." Mrs. Feeney yelped, clawing at the door. "You—viper! Come back here!"
But Lester had already slammed the door and pressed down on the gas. The coupe shot ahead down the street.
"Oh, Lester!" Ginny wailed, putting her case down on the floor. "Who would all those people be?"
"I don't know," Lester said worriedly. "Whoever they are, I'll bet Mrs. Hilliard had something to do with it. I only hope it's not the authorities!"