“Going to be hot?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Take a look at that table,” she said, showing me a fine-looking, highly polished table that looked out of place in the apartment. “Isn’t that a peach?”
“It certainly is.”
“Sam got that for a birthday present for me. It’s myrtle wood from Oregon. I bet you never saw anything so slick.”
“I never did.”
She spread a thick pad on it, then put on a table-cloth. “You’re company,” she explained smiling. “You’re going to get to eat breakfast off of it.”
“That’s fine, only I’ve had…”
“I know, but you’ll have some coffee with us.”
I watched her moving around. She was a cute package and she knew it. She liked to have me watch her.