Radio and television mirror (Jan-June 1942)

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with him. But now — involuntarily I recalled the anger that had shone in his eyes — now it would be foolish for me to hope that he would keep silent. During the rest of the short ride back to my hotel I had to fight to keep from sobbing aloud. I longed for Bill, for the comfort of his arms around me, and when I reached my room it was like an answer to my prayer to find my phone ringing and to hear his voice. The relief of talking to him — even on the telephone — brought me close to hysteria. "Bill! Oh, Bill!" I cried incoherently. "Pull yourself together, honey," Bill said worriedly, "and meet me at the restaurant around the corner. No matter what's bothering you we'll take care of it." W'HEN I arrived at the restaurant Bill, paying no attention to the waiter, took me in his arms and kissed me as you kiss a frightened child. His calmness, the protectiveness of his embrace, restored my self control and in a few minutes I was telling him what had happened. I told htm everything. I confessed the deception through which I had gotten my job, my qualms of conscience about it, and ended by telling him of my dinner with Karl and of Karl's attempted love making. When I reached that part of the story. Bill's face flamed with rage. "The conceited fool," he muttered. "I'd like to—" "Don't worry about it, Bill," I interrupted. "It's all over now. Karl will probably have me fired, but that's only what I've expected all along." Bill subsided and we were silent for a little while, then he said gently, "Don't you think you sort of brought this on yourself, honey?" "You mean by going to his apartment?" I asked unhappily. Bill shook his head. "I mean before that," he explained. "Last fall, when you maneuvered to get a job that belonged to somebody else." "But I wasn't hurting anybody," I said defensively. "How do you know you weren't?" Bill asked quietly. "You admit that your conscience bothered you. Are you sure that wasn't because you were afraid you were hurting someone?" "I wasn't hurting anybody. Bill," I insisted. "I didn't like having a secret from you, but it didn't make any difference between us, really. And I did my work as well as anybody could have done it, so I wasn't cheating the office." Bill didn't answer. He didn't even look at me, only sat there staring above my head, as though he were troubled about something. His silence made me uncomfortable and at last I said, "All right. Since it's so important to you, I'll resign if you want me too. I'll tell Mr. Marsh everything, whether Karl tells him or not." Bill sighed. "That's not the point," he said patiently. "I don't want you to resign, or confess, or anything just because you think I want you to. I want you to decide what is right." "What do you mean. Bill?" I asked confusedly. And then, as clearly as though he had spoken, I knew what he meant. "Are you thinking about the other Elizabeth Adams?" I demanded. Bill nodded and for the first time since I had known him I was annoyed with him. 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