Chapter SixA knock sounded at Cora’s door, and she jumped up from the couch to answer it.
Sheila, one of the newer girls in the boardinghouse stood in the hallway. Dressed to the nines and heavily made up, the woman had marinated herself in a sickly-sweet perfume. “Cora, there’s some guy down in the parlor to see you. A real looker, if you ask me.”
“I’m not expecting anyone. Did he give a name?”
“Vic? Vince?” Sheila shrugged. “I was too busy admiring the view to remember. His black hair and blue eyes are quite a combination.”
“Van?”
“Yeah. That’s it. You know him? Lucky you.”
“Not really. My editor stuck me with him on a series of articles, and he’s too full of himself for my liking. Jumps to conclusions, and like most guys, doesn’t think we gals can do as good a job as they can.”
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