“No,” I told her. “I figured you about seventeen, but, since you’d explained the psychology of the thing, I thought…”
“Oh, nuts!” she interrupted.
I sat there and waited.
“Well, anyway,” she said after a moment, “you can figure how it is with Aunt Amelia. She is friendly enough so she likes to have me there when no men are around. Particularly since this man has been calling on her, Auntie has let it become apparent that she’d just as soon have me phone before I come. In other words, be sure that I don’t come when the gentleman with the dark hair and the beautiful profile is there.”
“Have you ever been there when he’s there?”
“Once,” she said, “and Auntie got rid of me so fast that it wasn’t even funny.”
“Your aunt introduce you?”
“Don’t be silly!”
“Then you never met him?”
“No.”