Radio Mirror: The Magazine of Radio Romances (Jan-June 1943)

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Sometimes, when Dickie and Kane and I were together in the kitchen, Jim would open the door and walk in. It always was hard to believe it was half-past six already. I would hurry to get supper on the table, and after a moment Kane would get up and remark that he guessed he'd go downtown for a while before work; and then the kitchen was quiet again. Jim never showed that he disapproved of these late-afternoon hours when Kane and I were together. In fact, he apparently didn't even notice them. UNEXPECTEDLY, Jim came home one day at noon and announced that the factory was sending him to its branch in another city for a few days, to help the men there to set up a labor-management committee like that in the home plant. Jim, under his calm exterior, was excited and pleased. "It's a real chance to do something," he said. "If I can help them to get results out there like we've gotten here — well, I'll feel pretty good about it." He was going to catch the three o'clock train, so for a while we were both busy bringing up the suitcase from the basement, collecting clean linen, sorting and packing. Under the stimulus of the excitement, with Dickie at school and Kane not yet up, it was almost like the old days. We were closer together than we had been for months. But suddenly Jim straightened up from the table where he'd been tucking papers into a big brown envelope, a new thought making him frown. "Say! — I just remembered. How about Garnett? I guess he — well — " he stumbled in embarrassment — "I mean, it'd look sort of funny if he stayed here while I was gone." I looked over at him, a pair of trousers half-folded in my hands. For just a moment our eyes met, and then he glanced away. All the comradeship we had regained vanished in an instant. Jim's mention of Kane Garnett had made us both wary, ready to snatch up bitterness again. I said curtly, "It doesn't make any difference to me. Tell him he'll have to get out, if you want to. You're the one that brought him in." His face whitened, and with short, sharp motions of his hands he went on putting his papers into the envelope. "Looks like it's a good thing I did," he said. "At least, it's one way of keeping you entertained." I said, with anger gathering inside me, "Surely you haven't any objection. Since you don't want to entertain me yourself — " "That's all you think of, isn't it?" he asked fiercely. "Being entertained — having a good time — getting all the things you want! My God, haven't you realized yet that this isn't the time for that?" I didn't answer. The packing was almost finished, and I left it as it was and walked toward the door. Because the worst of it was, I knew that in a way he was right. I was sorry, by now, that I had collected that closetfull of quite unneeded blankets and food. I wished I had shown more appreciation for what Jim was trying to do with his labor-management committee at the plant. I even saw myself, in that moment, with Jim's eyes — selfish, thoughtless, interested only in my own small desires. But something too strong for me kept me from admitting this to Jim. He left the house, carrying his suitcase, with only the briefest of farewells. I watched him from the window, resentment still hot within me. As I turned back into the room I found that Kane had come down and was watching Jim leave, too. I wonder, now, how much of what happened in the next few days was due to the anger of that parting. It's so hard for us to know our own inner thoughts! I told myself that if Jim hadn't suggested it, I wouldn't have thought anything of Kane's presence in the house, with all its implications. But — if I'm to be honest I must admit this — it might have made no difference. For I was in a reckless mood even before then, a mood of defiance and self-pity. While I fixed Kane's breakfast I told him where Jim had gone and why. He was greatly impressed. "Jim's smart," he said. "And he really likes to work. I guess he just can't help getting somewhere, with that combination, he laughed as he spoke, a little ruefully, and I asked: "How about you? You're smart too — don't you like to work?" "Not much." He looked at me and the twisted smile left Iris lips. "Maybe," he said slowly, "I haven't got the incentive Jim has." FOR a moment I met his eyes, long enough to see the fire smoldering in their depths, long enough to be warmed by the sense of danger. But all I said, turning back to the stove, was, "Jim doesn't need any incentive — he likes work for its own sake." While he ate we talked of small, unimportant things, just as usual, but this afternoon there was a difference. Dickie would come in from his play soon — but we both knew that tonight the back door would not open to admit Jim. Kane didn't leave until half an hour before shift-time. We were very gay, the three of us, over supper, with Kane coming back to the table for another cup of coffee, and afterwards he and Dickie both helped me with the dishes. When he had gone and Dickie had been put to bed, the house was silent and deserted, MAY RADIO MIRROR ON SALE APRIL 7th Wednesday, April 7th, is the day on which you can buy your May issue of RADIO MIRROR. To help lighten the burden placed on transportation by the war effort, the May and subsequent issues will go on sale at a slightly later date than formerly. On April 7th, ask your favorite newsdealer for your copy of the May issue of RADIO MIRROR — he'll have it ready for you. 70 RADIO MIRROR