I smiled and shook my head.
“You think-that the police—”
“Yes.”
“Donald, I’m sorry. I’m the one that got you into this mess.”
“No, you didn’t. It isn’t any mess, and I’m not in it. I like the clothes I’ve got on.”
She smiled. “Where would we go?”
“Oh, there are half a dozen places where we could get something to eat and perhaps do a little dancing.”
“Donald, I’d love that.”
“Okay, get your things on.”
“Okay,” she said. “I’ve washed out my undies and left them hanging in the bathroom. I think they’re dry.”