Kay Goes

• Trabois TRUE STORY

To Chicago

by Kay (22-K-1 FPE)

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Getting up this morning was no chore. This was the Thank goodness, I had about decided what to wear- an easy-traveling black arnel jersey with unpressed pleats. I added a bouffant petticoat to make it stand out a little, put a gold leaf-design pin in a strategic location near my left shoulder, and added beige access- ories, shoes, gloves, purse. Over the dress (the weather was rather nippy), I wore a beige bulky knit sweater and my beige coat. But as soon as I was under way, I found this was too warm for driving, and I removed the coat.

Everything had gone according to plan, but remem- bering last year, I decided to stop and check as soon as I found a restaurant where I could eat breakfast. Yes, the two suitcases and hatbox were in the car trunk. The fur cape and the folding, zippered case with my other clothes in it were hanging from the hook above the back seat, (I'd left every stitch of male clothing behind). What else? Oh yes, check my purse. Everything was there. Money, comb, driver license (I don't know what I'd have done if I'd ever had to show it, but decided it was best to bring it along). Hairpins, compact, lipstick, work and driving glasses, etc, etc., a typical woman's purse. But everything was there. I breathed a sigh of relief, checked my lipstick and went into the restaurant.

There were only a few people in the restaurant, mostly men. Out of the corner of my eye I could see them giving me a quick once-over as I smoothed my skirt under me and slid into a booth. The waitress eyes were sharper (women are generally more observant than men, about the way you are dressed), but apparently I passed inspection because she gave me a friendly "good morning", and offered me a menue and asked what I'd like.

I settled for orange juice, toast and coffee and

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