If her mother had not interfered and found fault all the time with Bud, they would be living together now--happy.
It was her mother who had really brought about their separation.

Her mother would nag at her now for going after Bud, would say that she deserved to lose her baby as a punishment for letting go her pride and self-respect.

No, she certainly did not want to see her mother, or any one else she had ever known.

Bud least of all.
She found work without much trouble, for she was neat and efficient looking, of the type that seems to belong in a well-ordered office, behind a typewriter desk near a window where the sun shines in.

The place did not require much concentration--a dentist's office, where her chief duties consisted of opening the daily budget of circulars, sending out monthly bills, and telling pained-looking callers that the doctor was out just then.