“Oh, you!” she said in a voice that showed she wasn’t in the least displeased.
Lowry closed the bathroom door.
She got the flame to suit her, then turned around and smiled at me. “You’re nice,” she said.
“I try to be,” I told her.
She said, “I’m glad we didn’t find you last night. Sometimes Sam gets too rough. He doesn’t know how strong he really is.”
“I can imagine,” I told her.
She smoothed the sweater down, caught my eye and smiled. “What’s the weather like outside?”
“Nice.”
“Sunshine?”
“Not a cloud.”