"Nona ... listen ... look here..."
She took his hand. "Stan, hang next week!"
"Nona—?"
She shook her head, but let her hand lie in his.
"No questions—no plans. Just being together," she pleaded.
He held her in silence and their lips met. "Then why not—?"
"No: the Housetop—the Housetop!" she cried, pulling herself out of his arms.
"Why, you're crying!"
"I'm not! It's the rain. It's—"
"Nona!"