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Inside and out, the house is spic and span and pretty as Mrs. George's most extravagant dreams. And complete down to the last stick of furniture.
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chairs to an electric dishwasher, electric stove, refrigerator — oh, everything! And a 1948 Kaiser four-door sedan. And if Ward and I wanted to move to Los Angeles, a job guaranteed for both of us, in whatever field we were interested in.
This is the bright, lovely future that People Are Funny have given me. To remember what was the Past, before that lucky Friday night, I'll take you back to the preceding Monday of that same week.
It was a Monday in the small town of Lebanon, Oregon, where the first day of the week is a workday for the men, and wash-day for the housewives. But I was doing neither. A headache had kept me home from my part-time job in the plant nursery, and that same headache made me turn from the laundry basket with distaste. Instead, while I cooked my lunch over the electric hot plate that served us as a stove, my mind went back to its favorite pastime. Wondering about the "Big Chief Windbag" riddle.
Weeks ago I had written my letter, and enclosed ten cents to the family in Europe. Believe me, ten cents was all I could spare! When you are living, as we two were, in an eight hundred and fifty dollar, mail order, imitation paper brick house on which you still owe six hundred dollars, ten cents is a lot of money. (Continued on page 80)
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New home, new car. new job — the key to a brand new life. It's no wonder the Georges wander around in a lovely daze, patting things and beaming at each other!
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