noon
Dicky and I had been married a little over two weeks . Two weeks of idiotically happy honeymooning , and then the last three days of quarrels , reconciliations , jealousies , petty bickerings and the shadow of real issues between us . Was this marriage -- heights of happiness , depths of despair , with the humdrum of petty differences between ? The chiming of the clock an hour after Dicky had gone to the studio after our little noon dinner next day warned me that I was not dressed and that the cooks whose advertisements I had answered might call at any minute . I dressed and arranged my hair . Just as I put in the last hairpin the bell rang . Two women , covertly eyeing each other with suspicion , stood in the hallway when I opened the door .