Lenore laughed at him and turned to Netta. “Take care of yourself,” she said.
Netta grunted.
It didn’t have the appearance of a parting.
Conscious of the slick chick at his side, proud of his driving skill, Jimmie Davis made time. It had started to snow; it was slippery; but he made time, anyhow.
“You’re very good,” Lenore said. It was all she said the whole way. For Jimmie, it was sufficient.
He didn’t notice anything special as they stopped at the curb near the school. “Big turnout!” he said. No more.
She nodded, waved her thanks.
But she had noticed.
The parking yard was filled. People were going swiftly through the school doors. Various teams and squads were assembling. Things were being done without any special haste, it appeared. But it was all so quiet.
As she walked along the wire fence around the play yard, she observed the quiet.