Worry crossed Kate's pert features as she wondered how long it would be before Tim found something that suited him. She knew that he could do just about anything he set his mind to… if only he would set his mind! She had tried only the night before to persuade him that taking the job that had been offered him as a car salesman would not be the kind of thing he would have to do forever. His writing was bound to pay off one day if he kept it up! But he had insisted that he couldn't go out and be a car salesman by day, with all that that entailed… and come home and write at night. Kate guessed that he was right. She supposed it would be hard to do that… but then, she thought… this is hard for me to do too!

She was trying to be open about it… "modern"… there was no reason why a wife shouldn't help out by working in times of need. But sometimes, like now when she was tired, the whole thing started to get to her. Especially when her mother called and brought up the subject.

"Has Tim found work yet… Oh, still unemployed… Well, goodness, you've been married almost six months now… How long does he expect you continue undermining your health with that job…? You know you were always fragile as a child…"

Her mother's voice echoed in her ears… and tonight… while she stood there, shifting her weight from foot to foot to ease the pain, she did indeed feel delicate. She was small boned, with slender ankles and legs, but there was nothing fragile about the rest of her for her hips were full blown and luscious beneath her uniform, and when she turned to walk away from her tables, more than one male and some female customers could not help but follow her swaying buttocks, so clearly outlined beneath the thin material. She had a walk that could only be compared to Marilyn Monroe's famous walk in "Niagara" and some of her high school boyfriends had even gone so far as to insist that she resembled a cross between Monroe and Brigitte, being built like Monroe and having facial features… childlike and pouty like Brigitte.