“You like it?”
“It’s grand, just grand.”
“Kiss me goodnight.”
“It’s so sweet to be able to kiss you goodnight.”
Next morning, the telephone waked us up. She answered it, and when she came up her eyes were shining. “Frank, guess what?”
“What?”
“His skull is fractured.”
“Bad?”
“No, but they’re keeping him there. They want him there for a week, maybe. We can sleep together again, tonight.”
“Come here.”