“I think,” her august guardian replied, “there will be the biggest scandal in the history of this Government! But Willis thinks otherwise, so we’ll go to my cellar.”
Beau Bailey had just reached his door, too, when the sirens went. He rushed inside. “Turn off the gas!” he yelled. Netta, who had run upstairs, shouted back, “The last pamphlet told us to leave it on! Lenore made me read it.”
“Where in hell is she?”
“At the high school, naturally.”
“At the…? Oh. You mean, she really went—with all that junk?”
“She really did. A long time ago. Come up here, Beau, and help me pack!”
“ Pack? Ye Gods, woman, there’s no time to pack. That’s the Red alert! We’re going down by the furnace!”
“And leave all my new clothes up here? I should say not!”
Beau stood at the foot of the staircase, vacillating.
“Where’s that cleaninbg woman?”