THE FEMININE VIEWPOINT

by and about women

the

women's

club

Though it was apparently a local call the voice seemed far away. That was not so either. The voice was grating; almost loud. It was the thought, the thing conveyed, that seemed remote-almost mythical.

"But, Mrs. . . . Mrs. . . . Who is this? What do you want?" When Fran hung up the phone she turned slowly, as though on a turntable, to Sue. Instinctively Sue glanced up from the script she had been studying. “What . . .

"I don't know," Fran said. "I just don't know." With thumb and forefinger she pinched her lower lip. "What do you make of it?"

"Make of what?" Sue said.

“That woman.” Fran pointed to the telephone. “She . . . she threatened us.” "Threatened us! But who? How come? For petesake, tell me, Fran."

"I don't know why," Fran said. "She said something about if I joined the club she'd expose us."

diana sterling

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