Radio and television mirror (Jan-June 1942)

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Eve's eyes were hard as Hint as her gaze swept their startled faces. with only the two of us. But I want to show you off to people. I want them to see what a wonderful man I married and how proud I am of you and — oh, everything." He laughed and pulled her down in his lap. "Flatterer. Well, we'll go to the Stanleys as long as you've said we would." "You'll like Phil, when you know him better," she said happily. "He's more fun than anybody. And Eve JUNE, 1942 is a peach — really she is, darling." But Harry was quietly thoughtful the rest of the evening and Joan knew he didn't want to go. Once she almost weakened, almost said they'd call the whole thing off. Then she decided against it. She remembered Eve's hesitant embarrassment when she came. No, they'd have to go. They went. And from the moment they set foot inside the Stanleys' door, the evening went wretchedly, horribly. Everything was wrong. In the first place, it was only Eve who greeted them. Joan saw traces of tears under careful make-up, and her manner was strained to the point of feverishness. "Phil's delayed," she said nervously. "I thought we'd just start without him." They tried, all three of them, to make it natural that the host shouldn't be there. They talked and laughed and covered up the awkwardness. The table was set with the best linen, the flowers were beautiful, and Eve must have spent most of her day in the kitchen preparing the dinner. Joan's heart ached for her. Afterward in the living room, Harry tried to distract Eve by recoimting the amusing incidents that sometimes happened in court. He got her interested in the Ashbey case. ". . . and Continued on page 48 23 I