noon
Peter did not write . Outwardly the girl went her usual round , perhaps a little thinner and with less laughter , but not noticeably changed . She basted cuffs into her office suit , and cleaned it with benzine , caught up her lunch and umbrella and ran for her car . She lunched and gossiped with Thorny and the others , walked uptown at noon to pay a gas-bill , took Virginia to the Park on Sundays to hear the music , or visited the Carrolls in Sausalito . But inwardly her thoughts were like whirling web . And in its very center was Peter Coleman . Everything that Susan did began and ended with the thought of him .