Lorraine’s Confession
Everything was not all right, as Judy soon discovered. When she awoke Peter was not there, and neither was her father. She had a younger nurse—a student whom she did not know. “Are you feeling well enough to have visitors today?” the nurse was asking. “Mr. and Mrs. Farringdon-Pett are here to see you.”
“Arthur! Lorraine!” exclaimed Judy as they came in. “I’m happy—so happy you came together.”
She did not ask if their differences were all mended. Lorraine said simply, “We’ve been talking with Horace.”
“How is he?” asked Judy. “The sound of his typewriter has been like music—”
“Not to me,” Lorraine interrupted.
Arthur gave her one of his frosty looks and answered Judy’s question. “He looks about the same as usual. He was treated for shock and submersion and sent home.”
Judy laughed. “I am in a fog. I don’t even know what day it is.”
“Time passes quickly in a hospital. It seems ages since we had luncheon together. Did you know Arthur had asked Peter to arrange it?” Lorraine asked. “Arthur didn’t trust me, either, I guess. He’s always arranging things for me. But we don’t want to burden you with our troubles. We brought you some flowers.”
“Oh, thank you!” exclaimed Judy. She took the roses Arthur gave her and breathed in their fragrance. “I can breathe now,” she told him, “without that awful pain in my chest. Dad says I’ll be as good as new before long, and so will Horace. But how are you, Lorraine? You were so frightened the last time I saw you.”