"Steve!"
"From now on, young one, I have time only for you."
"Steve," she cried. Her arm pressed him, her hand squeezed his. "We'll be the happiest people in the world, Steve. The happiest, gayest, most in love two people in the world. And we'll go on being that, Steve—forever."
Two trumpets were taking a hot chorus, unmuted, their notes sharp and high and quivering.
"Forever," he said.