11:23
like a lady in a play . She only knew she was sick of sewing at the Wetona West End Red Cross shop ; sick of marketing , of home comforts , of Orville , of the flap . Orville , you may remember , left at 8:19 . The 11:23 bore Terry Chicago-ward . She had left the house as it was -- beds unmade , rooms unswept , breakfast table uncleared . She intended never to come back . Now and then a picture of the chaos she had left behind would flash across her order-loving mind .