“She’s keen,” she whispered to the girl next to her.
“Who?” The girl stared.
“That examiner,” Nonna nodded toward the booth.
“Oh! Oh sure!” The other girl resumed polishing her nails.
“All the same she is,” Norma told herself. “And I’d like to know her.”
As Millie, the shopgirl, at last rose from her place, a happy smile played about her lips.
“She made it,” Norma said aloud. “And am I glad!” She smiled at Millie as she passed.
Lena, the “night whisperer” was next to enter the vacated booth. As the interviewer began her task her body appeared to stiffen.
“On her guard,” Norma thought. “I wonder why.”
On the officer’s face there was still a smile, but somehow it was a different sort of smile.