Michael Malone - Weebly

senior, were at somewhat looser ends.
Neither felt tonight like another trip to the Prim or
the Club or the Old Towne, or a drive elsewhere, or a
show, or much of anything.
Priss had tried unsuccessfully to stir up two players
for bridge. Evelyn had never answered. Finally Walter
Saar had, explaining he'd passed the afternoon at St.
Andrew's listening to the choir rehearsal and was now
unfortunately in bed with, he said, a sudden attack of
something he must have picked up there. "Not the
curate?" she had queried lightly, and he had managed a
laugh, and she had laughed back, and they had
arranged to be partners at the Club's duplicates
tournament the following Friday. Mrs. Ransom decided
it would probably be pleasant to share with Saar private
innuendos about his illicit perversity. Naturally, they'd
never mention it directly; she would never "know" he
was homosexual, but they would play with knowledge
as with cards. She liked him better than ever. Still, what
were she and Ernest going to do this evening?
"Why don't you pick up a couple of grinders and go
bowling?"