"No—no! Let Ysobel send it. You do it, Ysobel. Here, gimme your pen, Hy."
She wrote with her breath half a moan in her throat, and her bosom heaving and flashing the diamond heart.
"Send it right off, Ysobel darlin'—read it and send it off, darlin'."
She daubed a rabbit's foot under each eye and slid into the silver-fox coat.
"Read it, darlin', and send it."
Ysobel read slowly like a child spelling out its task.
Breakers—ahead. Stay at home, dearie.
Della.
Through eyes that were magnified through the glaze of tears Ysobel burrowed her head in the silver-fox collar.
"Oh, Del—Del darlin'—I'm wise—but, oh, my darlin'."
"Come on. Whatta you think this is, a soul-kiss scene—you two?"