“Yes, the twenty-first,” her chum nodded. “From all I can gather, he’ll be convicted, too.”
“I feel sorry for Sara.”
“So do I,” agreed Penny. “At first I didn’t like her very well. Now I know her brusque manner doesn’t mean anything.”
The girls were passing a drugstore. In the window appeared a colored advertisement, a picture of a giant chocolate soda, topped with frothy whipped cream. Penny paused to gaze longingly at it.
“That’s a personal invitation addressed to me,” she remarked. “How about it, Lou?”
“Oh, that same picture has been in the window for months,” her chum said discouragingly. “You can’t get whipped cream unless you steal it from a cow.”
“Well, how about a dish of ice cream then? I’m horribly hungry.”
“That’s your natural state,” teased Louise, pulling her on. “If we stop now, we’ll be caught in the test blackout.”
“Is there one tonight?”
“Don’t you read the papers? It’s to be held between nine and ten o’clock. And it’s ten after nine now.”