April 1939
April 1939April 1939Elizabeth set the bucket of bright-yellow paint down on the old canvas tarp that covered the office floor—not that the old linoleum needed protecting when she planned to rip it up soon. She placed her hands on her hips and studied the office walls. Yellow, such a cheery color, would brighten the moods of visiting clients. Their new office would look smashing when they were done fixing it up.
The door opened behind Elizabeth, and Hetty stumbled in, wearing an old pair of slacks and a loose masculine shirt, gripping a heavy paint can.
“You know we look positively ridiculous in these clothes,” Hetty said.
“You’re welcome to splatter paint on your best dress if you wish,” Elizabeth teased. Nothing could ruin her good mood today. They were setting up their off
