“It might have a lot.”
“Well, you can tell me about it while I’m eating.”
The ham started to sizzle, and he turned it with a fork. The bathroom door opened and the redhead came out. She was wearing tight-fitting slacks and a sweater.
“See,” Lowry said proudly, “what did I tell you?”
I nodded.
“You take over cooking the ham, honey,” Lowry said. “I’ll take a crack at the bathroom.”
She walked over to the gas plate, smiled at me, then turned her back and readjusted the flame under the frying pan.
Lowry called over his shoulder, “You don’t need to touch that fire. It’s just right the way it is.”
She didn’t pay any attention to him, but bent over so she could look at the flame under the frying pan.
“See what I told you?” Lowry called from the bathroom door. “It’s a swell figure. Look at her bending over!”