She put her hand over mine. “Have a Hart,” she said.
“Yes, Miss Hart,” I told her.
She giggled. “Know what?”
“What?”
“I’ve got to go home.”
“I’ll take you.”
“I’ve got my sister’s car. I was s’posed to deliver it by eight o’clock. I guess it’s past that now, isn’t it?”
“Nine five.”
“Ouch! I didn’t know it was so late. Time flies, doesn’t it?”
“That’s right.”