Her inner condition was mediocre when she reached home. She was about to open the front door and enter, which was her right, when her father drove into the yard with a sound of brakes that meant either he was mad or he had to go to the bathroom in haste. She looked and saw that he was mad. Very mad.
“Nora,” he said, “I want you to stay outdoors this afternoon! I’m having a meeting.”
“It’s impossible,” Nora responded.
Thus challenged, he took closer cognizance. “You sick? It’s a perfectly swell, hot day!”
“My dress is filthy—through the fault of the Green Prairie Street Transportation Company.”
“Well, go round the back way then. I expect a lot of people here shortly.”
“Where’s Mom?”
He went in. “How do I know? I just got here, too! Making sandwiches, I hope.”
“What’s the meeting for?”
“Civil Defense indignation meeting. My section. We may decide to cancel all our subscriptions to the Transcript.”