“You won’t believe this,” Lois said anxiously to Erin. “You just won’t believe this!”Erin dropped her purse and leaned over to give Madeline a welcome-home hug, then regarded her agitated friend, thankful to be distracted from her flying by whatever catastrophe Lois was experiencing now. “Believe what?”Lois stopped her pacing and punched her fists into her hips. “You know that committee of twenty the union voted on to hammer out grievances?”“What about it?”“They voted me on it,” Lois cried. “Me! Can you believe that?”Erin tried not to smile. “Actually, I can, since I voted for you.”Erin might as well have admitted to electing Lois for a suicide mission.“How could you?” Lois asked, astounded. “Erin, I can’t be on that committee with nineteen angry men who think a woman’s opinion means nothing unless it has to do with recipes or needlework! What were you thinking?”Erin went to the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of soda from the refrigerator.
