The Case Of The Good-For-Nothing Girlfriend. Mabel Maney

of 1957!

      So what if Cherry spent a tidy sum of her weekly salary on special leather-bound scrapbooks for her ever growing archive of Nancy Clue stories?

      “At least it keeps me off the streets,” she joked to her nurse neighbors before shutting the door to her room for an evening of clipping and pasting. No one was a more eager hobbyist than Nurse Cherry Aimless!

      The kidding had stopped the day the attractive nurse solved The Case of the Vanishing Valium and exposed the dastardly deeds of young Dr. Kildare, who was pilfering dangerous drugs from the hospital supply room. After that, the nurses were frank to admit that Cherry, with her dancing green eyes, shiny black curls, and curvy figure, was proof that beauty and brains could walk hand in hand.

      But never in her wildest fantasies could Cherry have imagined that one day she’d actually come face to face with Nancy Clue!

      Although Cherry sorely missed the hustle and bustle of the overcrowded, understaffed hospital, where the patients seemed to really need her, she knew her place was by Nancy’s side. For although she had taken a vow to be a big-city nurse—a soldier, really, in the fight against ignorance, filth, and disease—Cherry knew that there was one person who needed her most right now. And although she was dressed as a civilian, she was as much a nurse in her pretty pink taffeta party frock and dressy gold sandals as she was in her trim, starched white uniform, perky cap, and cunning cape.

      It was Cherry Aimless, Registered Nurse, who put her own wants and needs aside in order to keep a cool head during Nancy’s outburst. Cherry knew that Nancy’s temper tantrum could send her blood pressure soaring! Why, Cherry might be called upon to perform a medical procedure right there by the side of the dusty road, where their automobile had rolled to a stop. She was somewhat reassured, knowing that her first-aid kit was securely stowed in the back seat of the car.

      “If you just relax, we can put our heads together and find a way out of this spot,” Cherry said in a soothing tone. “A cool head always prevails.” She handed Nancy a clean handkerchief. Cherry always kept plenty on hand for times just like these.

      “But I want to go now!” Nancy cried, crumpling Cherry’s white cotton hankie and throwing it to the ground.

      Cherry picked up the now germ-laden handkerchief and put it in her pocket. She took a fresh one from her white patent-leather purse and held it ready in her hand. In a calm voice that she hoped would stop her excitable friend from working herself into an even more heightened nervous state, Cherry explained that car trouble was not unusual during a long auto trip. “Especially if one is trying very hard to get someplace in a hurry. Accidents are bound to happen,” she said in a firm yet soothing tone. “And you have to admit this wasn’t the most carefully planned trip,” she added.

      “ ‘Many a trip is spoiled by poor planning,’ ” Cherry quoted her mother, Mrs. Doris Aimless of Pleasantville, Idaho, a sensible woman with lots of helpful advice. She felt a flash of guilt when she thought of her mother, who was no doubt worried sick about the whereabouts of her only daughter. Cherry had raced out the door earlier that day, and right in the middle of the mid-day meal!

      Cherry vowed that she would call home as soon as she could, and assure her mother she was safe and planning on eating well-balanced meals. But until she could find a public telephone, she had another, more urgent, matter to contend with. Nancy was becoming dangerously overwrought, and it was Cherry’s job to see she didn’t make herself sick with worry.

      “You told me yourself you’ve been involved in a lot of scrapes,” she said, adding, “and, eventually, you’ve found a way out of each of them.”

      “But I’ve never been in such a precarious predicament before,” Nancy wailed. “I should have flown home,” she added anxiously. “What was I thinking when I suggested we drive cross-country in a little over a day’s time? At the rate we’re going, we’ll never make it to Illinois in time to stop that trial!

      “If I had flown, I’d be home by now, and Hannah would be free,” she said, a gleam of steely determination in her blue eyes. She checked her slender, diamond-faced watch. “Let’s see—it’s almost six o’clock now. I could hop a bus back to Boise and catch a late flight to Chicago. I could be home first thing in the morning,” Nancy schemed.

      Cherry could scarcely believe her ears. Surely Nancy didn’t mean that she wanted to go off on her own? “Airplane travel may be faster,” Cherry thought, but she also knew, as a nurse, that cabin pressure could prove medically unsettling for someone in Nancy’s unstable emotional condition. “Surely you don’t mean that!” Cherry blurted out. “We’ve got two and a half whole days before the trial begins—why, that’s plenty of time to get there!”

      Cherry knew the foursome could provide valuable assistance to Nancy in her time of need and was just about to point that out when Nancy wailed, “Oh, I don’t know what I mean,” put her head in her hands, and gave way to a fit of weeping.

      “I’ve got to make her calm down,” Cherry thought, grabbing her chum by the hand so she could secretly check her heart-rate. Just as she suspected—it was awfully fast!

      “I’ll make her listen to reason; I’ve just got to,” Cherry thought. A determined glint came into her sparkling, emerald-green eyes. She must get through to the hysterical girl. Cherry thought fast and hard.

      “Why, once I decided to visit my Aunt Beatrice in Boise at the last minute, and on the bus I realized that I had neglected to pack any toiletry items!” Cherry exclaimed dramatically. “I had to borrow hair pins and cold cream from my aunt all weekend. But it all worked out and we had a delightful time. Now, see?”

       CHAPTER 3

       Oops!

      Nancy looked puzzled, but Cherry’s story had done the trick. She was no longer crying. This time she accepted Cherry’s handkerchief gratefully, mopped her face, and ran a hand through her tangled hair.

      At Cherry’s urging, Nancy took her compact from her purse and applied a fresh dusting of powder to her pert but now shiny nose. Light pink lipstick completed her look. She then brushed her tangled titian hair until it shone.

      “Feeling better?” Cherry asked.

      Nancy admitted that she did feel much improved.

      “A girl must always look her best and be prepared for the worst,” Cherry said cheerfully.

      Nancy smiled wanly but said nothing. Cherry could tell her mind was miles away. Sixteen-hundred eighty-six miles, to be exact.

      They sat for a while on a big boulder in quiet contemplation before Nancy uttered a big sigh and stood up. “I guess if we’re ever going to get out of here I should take a look at that darn automobile and see what can be done,” she said resolutely, sounding once again like the sensible girl with whom Cherry had fallen truly and deeply in love.

      “How brave she is,” Cherry thought, her heart leaping with joy when she realized that Nancy must have abandoned her plans to fly home. “I’ll bet we’ll be out of here in a jiffy! We’ll be speeding through the majestic mountain state of Wyoming before you know it!” she bubbled.

      Cherry felt a thrill when she imagined how exciting the sightseeing would be as they traveled through the picturesque and colorful state, with its many recreational pleasures. Nancy looked unconvinced, so, as they walked back to the car, Cherry kept up a chirpy chatter, hoping to cheer up her cynical chum. “We can have supper in nearby Pocatello while the car’s being fixed. After all, we do have to eat in order to keep our strength up,” she added.

      “A nice dry martini would sure hit the spot right