“That’s right. Who’s calling?”
He could almost hear a smile in her bright, gay voice.
“I guess you wouldn’t know me. A friend of mine…” He broke off, floundering.
“Oh.” The girl laughed. It was a nice, friendly laugh and Ken felt suddenly at ease. “Well, don’t be shy. Do you want to come on over?”
“That was the idea, but perhaps you are tied up?”
“I’m not. How long will you be?”
“I don’t know where you are.”
The girl laughed again.
“25 Lessington Avenue. Do you know it?”
“That’s off Cranbourne Street, isn’t it?”