Chapter 42
AFTER DINNER THAT evening, Chris and Mickey were sitting in the swing on the upstairs porch talking about their respective days, and Chris related the events of the visit by the two women.
“I sort of got the impression that I was being inspected,” he said.
“That could be,” Mickey said. “On the other hand, now that they’ve seen how and where we live, we’ll probably be expected to do a certain amount of entertaining. The spouses and significant others of people above a certain level in the bank’s hierarchy seem to have some sort of loosely organized—for want of a better word—club.”
“Really? Are you saying that I’ll be asked to join this club? I don’t want to be seen as ‘one of the girls’, and I certainly don’t want to be thought of as ‘one of the wives’.”
“I don’t think they’re that well organized, babe. What I do think is that we’ll start getting the occasional invitation to join one or another couple at their club or at a restaurant, etcetera.”