"Yes."
Feathers dragged up a chair and sat down.
"And what have you been doing?" he asked.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't know; nothing very much. I went to one or two theaters with Mr. Atkins."
"Atkins!"
"Yes. Why not? I like him; he's such a nice boy."
"Nice enough," Feathers admitted grudgingly.
"I shall expect you to take me now you've come home," Marie went on, hardly knowing what she was saying. "I'm so tired of being a 139 grass widow." she added desperately.
She was longing to ask about Chris, what he was doing and who was up there with him, but she was afraid.