Part 11 Schreib's house

Mrs. Schreib had a daughter who worked in New York City. She would come to visit her mother from time to time. The daughter (Joe may remember her name: was it Anna?) may have been an attractive woman, but I don't think I ever saw her, either. One time for some reason, it must have been some business dealing, she needed my father to drive her somewhere. My mother evidently had assumed we would all be going,(any trip was a major and exciting event), but my father told my mother it didn't look business-like to go anywhere with a carful of kids, so we stayed home. My mother was very hurt and insulted, and who knows, maybe a little suspicious---after all my father was consorting with the enemy.