“Oh, he’s all right, I guess. Are you going to marry him?”
“I don’t know. What do you think about it?” She sat down on the couch and put her arms around her knees. “I guess I could if I tried. He’s doing pretty well at the office. What do you think?”
Gin said promptly, “Oh, marry him. You said you wanted to be married. I don’t know why, but you said so.”
“All right. I’ll marry him.” Flo laughed suddenly and picked up the phone. “I’ll tell him now.” Just then it rang, and she picked up the receiver. “Hello. Just a minute, I’ll see.” Covering the transmitter with her hand, she whispered to Gin, “It’s for you; it sounds like Harvey. What’ll I say?”
“Let me talk to him.... Hello!”
“Hello, Gin. Say, listen....”
“How are you, Harvey?”
“I’m all right. Listen, can’t we talk this thing over? I miss you a lot. Let’s have dinner tonight.”
Suddenly, happily indifferent to all quarrels that had any connection with Santa Fé, she answered, “All right. Come along at six-thirty.”
“Well,” Flo cried, “When did all this happen?”