"No? Where is he?"
"I don't know and I guess he don't want me to know either."
"What's this?" The tragic fate of a whole pound of butter suddenly seemed very unimportant.
"He's moved from his house without leaving a message for me, and they wouldn't tell me nothing at the radio shop."
"Hm." Edna sat down. Her face wore an expression of deep reflection. She was recalling her glimpses of Eddie, what he had said, how he had acted. In the end she patted Dot's hand comfortingly.
"He'll be here. There's a mistake somewhere."
"Yeh," said Dot bitterly. "Last night."
"Oh, you're one of those trusting girls, eh? When you can see everything you believe it, but if the light goes out for a second you begin to doubt."
"No, but oh, Edna, don't it look funny? He's moved away, and if he wanted to find me, how could he? He don't know I've left home."
"Don't be a mug, Dot. What's more natural than that he should come here?"
Dot got up from her chair and walked to the couch. "It's more natural," she said, "that he wouldn't want to marry me at all. He's like all the rest of the men."
Edna laughed. "Listen to Experienced Agnes," she said to the daisy-cut vase.
"Well, gee, Edna, you don't have to have gone with a million men to know that they don't want to marry you after you've fallen for them."
"Movies, Kid, movies. This is real life, and Eddie's a real fellow. If he didn't want to marry you, he'd never have told you he would."
Dot's lids drooped over her eyes. "You're just trying to cheer me up," she said sulkily. "You don't like Eddie
