“The finish won’t be hard, but that’s the way I want it,” Sally said, dipping her brush. “It makes a faster racing bottom.”
“Then you’re all ready for competition?”
“The boat is ready.” Sally hesitated, then added. “But I may not enter the race after all.”
“Not enter? Why?”
Having finished painting, Sally carefully cleaned her brush, and tightly closed the paint and varnish cans. She wiped her hands on her faded overalls.
“The boy who was racing with me served notice this morning that he had changed his mind. I haven’t asked anyone else, because I didn’t want to be turned down.”
“But I should think anyone who likes to sail would be crazy for the chance—” Penny began. Then as she met Sally’s gaze, her voice trailed off.
“You know what I mean,” said Sally quietly.
“Not the factory episode?”
“Yes, word traveled around.”