agency worker.
She gazed at her wristlet watch, which had been a birthday present from her parents. It was twelve o’clock.
As if noticing the movement, Molly looked up from the pile of paperwork. ‘If you want to have your break now, Mary, I’ll hold on here.’
Mary gathered up her jacket and handbag and hurried down the Wellgate. She had seen the dress she wanted in Levinson’s shop window so she quickly made her way to the Overgate.
The assistant was very helpful and Mary stood in the fitting room, admiring her reflection in the mirror. The dress was white with blue spots and it had a red belt, which made her waist look tiny. And the best part was it had been reduced in the sale from thirty to twenty-one shillings.
Mary was almost purring when she left the shop. She was planning to wear the dress tonight when she went out dancing with her best friend, Rita. There was just the one small worry, which had been niggling her since Wednesday when she last saw Rita.
Both girls normally went to Kidd’s Rooms every Saturday night but Rita had suggested going to the Palais in Tay Street.
‘It’ll be a change, Mary,’ she had said. ‘After all, you’re leaving school in a week’s time so it’s time you mixed with the grown-up dancers, not the kids you normally see.’
Mary was uncertain but had agreed to go. The only thing was she hadn’t told her Mum the change of plan. Then she thought of the new dress and made up her mind. She was going to enjoy her evening at the dancing.
When she got back to the office, Edna was sitting chatting to Molly. The injury had turned into a black eye and there was blue and yellow bruising halfway down her cheek which the pancake foundation had failed to cover up.
Mary could see that Molly looked shocked.
Edna was explaining the accident and she seemed to be embarrassed by it. ‘It was so stupid. Walking into a lamp post,’ she said. ‘I was going to stay off work but Mr Knox was very kind and said he didn’t mind having me come in every day.’ She sounded hesitant and unsure of herself. ‘But if you would rather I didn’t work until the bruising has gone, I quite understand.’
‘Well, as long as you feel all right, Edna’, said Molly. ‘How long do you think this job will last? Did he give you any idea?’
Mary was surprised when Edna’s neck went bright red. No doubt her face would have gone the same deep red if she hadn’t been wearing so much make-up, she thought.
‘He wants me for another two weeks, at least if that’s all right with you, Molly? He’s writing an engineering book and it’s all very technical.’
Molly was delighted. ‘We’ve got some new jobs in this morning but I’ll get my friends to fill in and I can always do a Friday as my clients don’t need me then.’
Edna left and Mary settled back in her chair, ready for the afternoon’s work.
Molly saw the bag that Mary had stuffed into the cupboard behind the desk.
‘Have you been treating yourself to something nice to wear, Mary?’
‘Mum said I could buy myself something to wear and I’m going dancing tonight with my pal.’
Molly smiled. How great it was to be young and fancy-free.
It was five thirty and the man was getting tired hanging around the street. As far as he knew, the agency closed at five thirty but there was no sign of anyone leaving. He looked at his watch and lit another cigarette. This was definitely where she worked but there had been no sight of her. He had been standing here since three o’clock but now he decided to call it a day and walked away.
Mike was out on the town. He loved getting into Dundee and parading his good looks around the girls. He was a bit worried about this Molly McQueen and hoped she wasn’t going to poke her nose into anyone’s business. Lamont Antiques had just been the four of them until Christie arrived but he didn’t like this woman. Neither did Joe. In fact he had said in confidence to him that he was suspicious of her
She gazed at her wristlet watch, which had been a birthday present from her parents. It was twelve o’clock.
As if noticing the movement, Molly looked up from the pile of paperwork. ‘If you want to have your break now, Mary, I’ll hold on here.’
Mary gathered up her jacket and handbag and hurried down the Wellgate. She had seen the dress she wanted in Levinson’s shop window so she quickly made her way to the Overgate.
The assistant was very helpful and Mary stood in the fitting room, admiring her reflection in the mirror. The dress was white with blue spots and it had a red belt, which made her waist look tiny. And the best part was it had been reduced in the sale from thirty to twenty-one shillings.
Mary was almost purring when she left the shop. She was planning to wear the dress tonight when she went out dancing with her best friend, Rita. There was just the one small worry, which had been niggling her since Wednesday when she last saw Rita.
Both girls normally went to Kidd’s Rooms every Saturday night but Rita had suggested going to the Palais in Tay Street.
‘It’ll be a change, Mary,’ she had said. ‘After all, you’re leaving school in a week’s time so it’s time you mixed with the grown-up dancers, not the kids you normally see.’
Mary was uncertain but had agreed to go. The only thing was she hadn’t told her Mum the change of plan. Then she thought of the new dress and made up her mind. She was going to enjoy her evening at the dancing.
When she got back to the office, Edna was sitting chatting to Molly. The injury had turned into a black eye and there was blue and yellow bruising halfway down her cheek which the pancake foundation had failed to cover up.
Mary could see that Molly looked shocked.
Edna was explaining the accident and she seemed to be embarrassed by it. ‘It was so stupid. Walking into a lamp post,’ she said. ‘I was going to stay off work but Mr Knox was very kind and said he didn’t mind having me come in every day.’ She sounded hesitant and unsure of herself. ‘But if you would rather I didn’t work until the bruising has gone, I quite understand.’
‘Well, as long as you feel all right, Edna’, said Molly. ‘How long do you think this job will last? Did he give you any idea?’
Mary was surprised when Edna’s neck went bright red. No doubt her face would have gone the same deep red if she hadn’t been wearing so much make-up, she thought.
‘He wants me for another two weeks, at least if that’s all right with you, Molly? He’s writing an engineering book and it’s all very technical.’
Molly was delighted. ‘We’ve got some new jobs in this morning but I’ll get my friends to fill in and I can always do a Friday as my clients don’t need me then.’
Edna left and Mary settled back in her chair, ready for the afternoon’s work.
Molly saw the bag that Mary had stuffed into the cupboard behind the desk.
‘Have you been treating yourself to something nice to wear, Mary?’
‘Mum said I could buy myself something to wear and I’m going dancing tonight with my pal.’
Molly smiled. How great it was to be young and fancy-free.
It was five thirty and the man was getting tired hanging around the street. As far as he knew, the agency closed at five thirty but there was no sign of anyone leaving. He looked at his watch and lit another cigarette. This was definitely where she worked but there had been no sight of her. He had been standing here since three o’clock but now he decided to call it a day and walked away.
Mike was out on the town. He loved getting into Dundee and parading his good looks around the girls. He was a bit worried about this Molly McQueen and hoped she wasn’t going to poke her nose into anyone’s business. Lamont Antiques had just been the four of them until Christie arrived but he didn’t like this woman. Neither did Joe. In fact he had said in confidence to him that he was suspicious of her
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