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Jerry thought of Jeff — who wanted a divorce; she thought of Wanda — who had one. "Could that ever happen to us?" she wondered
hers away hurriedly as Jerry's roadster swung into the dirt drive. It was her one weakness and it was supposed to be a secret from Jerry.
Grandpa came down to welcome her, his face alight.
"Why, Jerry, Jerry child," he said, "it's fine of you to come and see the old folks. Here's Jerry, Mother."
"My eyesight's still good, thank you," said Grandma B. "I see her."
She eyed the girl with pride, one hand pat
"Would you marry a man if you loved him a lot and could get him, if you knew you were second choice?" Jerry asked. Grandma B. chuckled and said: "Second choice is better'n no choice!"
ting her shoulder, but when Jerry kissed her she said, "Lipstick!" and wiped off the kiss. "If you didn't smoke so many cigarettes you'd have more color of your own," she said.
The half-hidden corncob was too much for Grandpa. "If you smoked a pipe, now, Jerry," he said, "it'd be all right."
Grandma stood by her guns, as usual. "A pipe never hurt nobody," she said. "My father smoked a corncob from eight to eighty."
It was going to be very difficult, Jerry thought, sitting down on the steps. Better give in and get it over.
"Wanda got a divorce yesterday," she said bluntly.
Grandma stared at her. The old face settled into forbidding lines. "Sometimes I think I don't hear so good as I used to," she said. "I thought you said Wanda went and got a divorce."
"That's what she did say," Grandpa stated. "Not hearing facts won't change them, Mother."
There was a tense silence.
"Maybe she had a good reason," Grandpa said. "I expect there's been times when you'da been glad to get rid of me."
"There's been a dozen times when I wanted to kill you," Grandma said, "but I never thought of leaving you alive, Samuel. What'd he do to her?"
"Darling," Jerry said, "lots of people get divorces nowadays. Wanda'll be happier this way."
"I always thought he was a loud-mouthed, bossy cuss," said Grandma, "an' considerable of a windbag. But I never thought — maybe this is a judgment on me for not loving Wanda like I loved you, Geraldine. You're like your Pa. Wanda took after her mother — weakkneed, selfish — well, I don't want to hear another word about it. If I failed in my duty, I got to suffer for it. Samuel, you pick some of them peaches and I'll make a cobbler for this child."
She went into the house.
Grandpa said, "She'll be all right, s'long as it's not you. You're the apple of her eye, so to speak. She'd stand by you even if you murdered somebody, Mother's like that, but Wanda — they don't see eye to eye."
IT was Wanda who first introduced Jerry to Mac.
The tempo of things in the house in which they lived had stepped up, with David gone. Everything was very gay. Wanda was always laughing, Wanda was always coming and going, answering the telephone, shopping, keeping appointments at the beauty parlor, meeting new