Then I got an idea. "Miss Wurr? May I make a suggestion?"
"I guess I can't stop you - you don't work for me any more?" She said venomously.
"Couldn't I have Priscilla's job?" I suggested quietly.
"Of course not! a male office girl? Don't be stupid!"
"He could do it!" Priscilla pipped up. "Honest Miss Wurr. I've been showing what has to get done - just in case I was sick or something. And I'd be there if anything came up he couldn't handle."
Miss Wurr cocked her head in a birdlike fashion. Looked at me intently. "You'd take a job as the office girl? What would your friend's Pammie and Jo say? Wouldn't they laugh at you?"
"I guess so," I said miserably.
"But you'd let them laugh at you?" she said now seemingly intent on getting her pound of flesh.
"Yes," I answered.