“Just let me know when you get it. I’ve got a lemon cream pie in the oven and I’ve got to run.” She called back over her shoulder. “Mrs. Hoyt.”

Cora nodded and smiled. “Mine’s Atwater.” She saw that the woman’s simple-seeming black dress was one she had seen in a Michigan Avenue shop, and had coveted. Its price had been beyond her purse.

Cora mentioned the meeting to Ray when he came home. “She seems real nice. She’s going to show me how to cut out a new negligee.”

“What’d you say her name was?” She told him. He shrugged. “Well, I’ll say this: she must be some swell cook. Whenever I go by that door at dinner time my mouth just waters.