“How did we get started on all this, anyway?” You are bored. “It was talking about Prohibition. It always happens.”
“Yes, that’s how it happened. You fired up when Lilian said it was a success. I’m glad Mother wasn’t there to hear you. She’s a little afraid of you anyway.”
“Is she? Why? I’m safe enough. We just talk—and talk—and talk!” Confound old women!
“I know,” she says happily. “I love to talk seriously. We used to have lots of arguments in my room at school, after hours.... No, I think you’re right; I don’t think Prohibition’s a success at all. I think anybody with sense would know it. Look at the way perfectly nice boys get drunk at every party. I almost died the first time my escort did. Dad said he’d shoot the young puppy. Mother says that never used to happen. I think Prohibition is terrible.”
“You are pretty,” say irrelevantly, and kiss her. She returns the kiss placidly.
“You shouldn’t,” she says, lazily.
“Why? Don’t you like it?”
“Of course not. What made you think I did?”
“Well, most girls do. In fact, I might say that everybody does.”
“Not girls!” she protests, shocked.