Fulfillment

Excerpt:
GwEN Heath and Laurence Martin—met by chance—sauntering out of the soft obscurity of a Post Street Art Gallery where they had been tilting their wit at the Cubist mysteries on exhibition there, came into the definite glitter and glare, the battle and rattle of the street crisp with spring, potential with adventure, she still tingling with enjoyment over both her own and his witticisms, he openly drinking in the radiance of her vibrant, glowing youth.
The insistent, near note of an automobile horn drew their attention. From a waiting car a girl leaned out holding the door wide and smiling directly toward Gwen.
"Nothing vague about that," Gwen laughed, drawing a step from him." The Life motif—a raucous motor hom^—calls! I follow."
With a bright smile and a nod to Martin, she moved, a slender, black-clad figure, to the curb.
"Won't you get in? Are you going home?" asked Elizabeth Lathrop eagerly, and another voice from the tonneau echoed equally eagerly, "Oh, do!"