An Independent Wife [antikvár]

- Chapter One The phone on her desk rang but Sallie didn't look up from her typewriter or otherwise indicate that sheM even noticed the noise. With a sigh Brom got to his feet and leaned across his desk to reach the phone and put the receiver to his ear. Sallie typed on, her brow puckered with concentration. ''Sal! It's for you," said Brom dryly, and Sallie looked up with a start to see Brom lying stretched across his desk holding her telephone out to her. ''Oh! Fm sorry, Brom, I didn't hear it ring," she apologized, grinning at him as she took the receiver from his hand. He often ribbed her about being in another world, and it was nothing less than the truth; he often answered her calls as well as his own because usually she was concentrating so hard she didn't hear the phone ring. He grinned back at her as he regained his seat and said, "It's Greg." "Sallie," said Sallie into the mouthpiece by way of greeting. And Greg Downey, the news editor, drawled, "Come see me, kid."