“That’s right.”
“When you go after anything, you don’t use any halfway methods, do you?”
“No.”
“Some things, anyhow,” she said, and turned away.
Louie said, “Now, buddy, after breakfast, you don’t do nothing. See? You just sit back for an hour and let your food digest. You read the paper, and try to keep from moving. Don’t do anything that will use up energy.”
Nothing in my life ever felt quite so good as that hour of complete relaxation which followed. Then I announced that I had work to do. Louie wanted me to take some breathing exercises, and some “skull practice,” but I insisted I had to go to town.
Helen said we needed some groceries, and handed me a list. Louie volunteered to go along and buy the groceries. Helen said she’d stay in the cabin and straighten things up.
Louie talked about her all the way into Reno. “A wonderful girl,” he said. “She’s got what it takes. She’s championship stuff. Sock her one on the button, and her knees might be buckling, but you’d never know it.”
I eased the car into a parking-space and told Louie to be back in half an hour.
“I’ll be here,” he promised. “You got that grocery list?”