"No. Your hair could stand some combing."
"Will you get me some more of that punch?"
When she had combed her hair, they stood up and he took her hand and they walked back along the graveled path.
"Can we phone to town from here?" she asked. "Doctor wanted me to check in at about five."
"Going to work?"
"Don't know yet."
They had their punch. The light danced in Jerry's hair, gave it the same orange tint which dominated the flower beds. "I forgot to tell you," Hall said. "You're beautiful."
Jerry swirled the scarlet drops on the bottom of her glass. "You don't know a thing about me," she said.
"What should I know?"
"Nothing. But can I tell you, anyway? I want to, Matt."