hadnât gotten out in time.
âYou and me both,â she said.
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At the precinctâs holding cell, Jo sat in uneasy silence with the other women who had been picked up.
Two policemen took turns bringing them for the bail-money call at the sergeantâs desk at the end of the hall. One by one they clicked away on their dancing shoes, and laughed over the line with whoever was awake at three in the morning and willing to come to the station.
One of the women, a sharp-looking lady with a curly black bob and a dress studded with sequins, walked out with a grin and asked the desk sergeant to dial a Fred for her.
He gave her a look up and down that made Jo want to shrink back in her skin, but if the woman noticed, she didnât say.
âDarling, come and bail me,â she said into the line. Her voice rolled down the hall.
There was a short pause, and then she continued, âWell, if he wonât bail me out, would you mind? Thanks a million, doll.â
âWho was that?â asked her friend, when she was back.
âMy husbandâs girl on the side,â said the woman, brushing some invisible dust off her skirt.
The friend gasped. âMyrtle, no! What will you do to her?â
Myrtle shook her head. âSheâs bailing me out. Sheâs not the one whoâs in deep with me.â
When Joâs turn came, she asked the officer (a new man, older and kinder) if she could have a little while, just to make sure someone would be home.
âMaybe even until morning,â she added hopefully.
âSure thing,â said the officer, but he added, âYour misterâs bound to be angry no matter what. Better just call him and get it over with. This is no place to spend a night.â
Jo didnât have much choice. Even if Lou could make it to the house, there might not be enough savings for bail (she didnât know how much bail was for imbibing), and Lou still had to find out where she was. It could take a day just to visit every jail in the city, assuming you were allowed outside at all.
Jo decided she might as well get comfortable; sheâd rather take her chances in jail than ever call her fatherâs house.
But what would happen to the rest of them if she was discovered missing?
She fought against tightness in her chest. They were clever. Theyâd come up with an off-putting illness for Jo, if anyone asked for her. It would give them a day, maybe, before she had to find out a way to get home.
She pressed a hand to her sternumâit felt as though some air needed forcing.
Over the next few hours, the other women went home. They went out joking or yawning, shuffling out in unstrapped shoes. One girl, still drunk, gave the officer a kiss on the cheek as he walked her down the hall to meet the man whoâd come to bring her home.
Jo watched them going, her panic growing. Was their father even now sending a message upstairs that Jo should come to the library? When he found out she wasnât there, heâd think sheâd run away. What would happen to the rest of them, if he thought his oldest and steadiest offspring had made a mockery of his authority?
Heâd bar the back door. Heâd give them all away to the first eleven men he could find.
Jo leaned her head back, the cool brick wall scratching her clammy neck, and closed her eyes.
When the kinder cop came back and called for Myrtle, the woman with the curly black bob stood up.
âWhoâs outside for me?â she asked.
âA young lady.â
âAlone?â
âYes, maâam.â
Myrtle nodded, unsurprised, and adjusted her headband before the walk down the hall. Jo guessed it wouldnât do to show up disheveled in front of the husbandâs new girl.
âMyrtle,â called her friend as Myrtle moved past the bars, âIâll come down to the store tomorrow and hear about it?â
âYou might as well,â Myrtle said.
Landon Dixon, Giselle Renarde, Beverly Langland