“Then Minerva had a vacation and decided she’d spend it with me at the beach. She wanted to come down to sea level because the altitude in Colorado was getting on her nerves. She came down and visited me and we went to the beach together.”
“And started playing around?”
“Don’t be as dumb as that,” she said. “We did a little flirting, but that was all. Minerva was married. She had everything, social position, money, a good home, servants, everything in the world she needed. I don’t think she was too terribly happy. Minerva liked laughter and action and white lights and she liked to have people make over her. And she liked a lot of variety, but she realized she had to settle down sooner or later. She’d settled down and that was that.”
“But people made passes at you?”
“When?”
“Down there at the beach.”
“You mean at me?”
“No, at both of you.”
“Of course, they did. I never knew a man who didn’t make a pass at me sooner or later.”
“And what did Minerva do?”