“Day rooms that you mostly visit at night,” Lieutenant Warren laughed. “Lights in the barracks are out at nine-thirty. Most of the girls prefer to retire then. When you’ve been here three days you’ll know why.
“Some hardy souls wish to stay up another hour, so they retire to the day room to lounge in easy chairs, write letters, read, or play cards. Bed check is at ten-forty-five. You’d better be in bed by then or you’ll get a black mark.”
“Every night?” Norma asked in surprise.
“From Saturday noon to Sunday night is all your own. You’ll learn about that later.”
For a moment they walked on in silence. It was Norma who broke that silence.
“Can you tell me a little of what the WACs of the Interceptor Control do?”
“A little is right,” was the quick reply. “Much of it is a deep, deep secret. You’d love it all, I know.
“But listen. This is how it works,” she went on. “Some high school girl is watching from a cliff. There are many girl watchers, and how faithful they are!”
“This girl hears a plane in the dark. It’s off shore. She rushes to a phone and calls a number. A WAC at the switchboard replies.”
“And then?” Norma whispered.