What if he got so dull they never even argued about anything? She shivered at the thought—but then she smiled. And for the next hour Janet lay under the soothing massage and gave herself up to the delightful new pleasure of worrying.
When Les returned, shadowing the terrace in his descent like some portentous bird, Janet began to shake. Without even waiting to kiss him, she said, "How was it? How did you do?"
Les grinned teasingly. "Help me moult, first," he said. "I'm tired."
Unable to get anything else out of him until it was done, she tore his wings off damagingly, kissed him, and said, "Now won't you say something?"
"I'm hungry!"
"No!" She danced her impatience like a little girl. "Tell me!"
But even as she pouted, her eyes sparkled in anticipation.
"I start tomorrow," he said.
"Did you get the best job?"