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Wavelength, v. 1, issue 4, January-March 1942

Front cover

WAVE LENGTH

THE OTHER ONE
Basil E. Wells

   Why shouldn't I be jealous of him? He's fifteen years older than I am, and he fairly oozes culture. Yes, I understand how it is, but that does not make it any better. And I can't forbid his coming, because he owns the building as much as I do. He has as much right as I to be there. He looks at Anne - deep, passionate glances - just as I, myself, do; and she loves us both.
   I work on the second shift, you see, down at the corset works . . . shipping. Go to work at three in the after'; come home at eleven. That's what makes me so low these days; it's while I'm working on that second shift that he's home with her.
   Why, oh why, did I have to learn about it? One of those long-nosed neighbors - oh, I see, you're familiar with them, too - stopped me as I was  going to work about a week ago. After a few comments on the weather and what did I think of the way the war in Russia was going, she smirked sourly and her voice dropped.
   "Did you know, Stephen," she whispered with a knowing smile - incidently, my name is Steve Dodd - "that for the last few weeks your wife's good-for-nothing brother has been coming to see her? Begging for money, I'll warrant."
   "Miss Leticia Fish," I replied, trying hard to be polite and accomplishing very easily a contemptuous tone of voice, "my dear brother-in-law is in jail somewhere in the wilds of North Dakota and he isn't expected to get out for weeks."
   "Well, well, Stephen!" Triumph leered forth from the rhumy eyes of the old spinster. Her thin lips stretched taut until. . but, no, they opened with a snippy motion as she continued, "I saw the shadow of a man kissing Anna through the kitchen window shade more than once! And you, not gone to work more than an hour!"

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WAVE LENGTH THE OTHER ONE Basil E. Wells Why shouldn't I be jealous of him? He's fifteen years older than I am, and he fairly oozes culture. Yes, I understand how it is, but that does not make it any better. And I can't forbid his coming, because he owns the building as much as I do. He has as much right as I to be there. He looks at Anne - deep, passionate glances - just as I, myself, do; and she loves us both. I work on the second shift, you see, down at the corset works . . . shipping. Go to work at three in the after'; come home at eleven. That's what makes me so low these days; it's while I'm working on that second shift that he's home with her. Why, oh why, did I have to learn about it? One of those long-nosed neighbors - oh, I see, you're familiar with them, too - stopped me as I was going to work about a week ago. After a few comments on the weather and what did I think of the way the war in Russia was going, she smirked sourly and her voice dropped. "Did you know, Stephen," she whispered with a knowing smile - incidently, my name is Steve Dodd - "that for the last few weeks your wife's good-for-nothing brother has been coming to see her? Begging for money, I'll warrant." "Miss Leticia Fish," I replied, trying hard to be polite and accomplishing very easily a contemptuous tone of voice, "my dear brother-in-law is in jail somewhere in the wilds of North Dakota and he isn't expected to get out for weeks." "Well, well, Stephen!" Triumph leered forth from the rhumy eyes of the old spinster. Her thin lips stretched taut until. . but, no, they opened with a snippy motion as she continued, "I saw the shadow of a man kissing Anna through the kitchen window shade more than once! And you, not gone to work more than an hour!"