“I don’t believe it’s possible to get peeved with you,” he declared.
She frowned.
“Well, let it go at that. What I want to do is to lend you a couple of dollars until Saturday. It isn’t much, but––”
Don caught his breath. “You––”
She did not give him time to finish. From somewhere she produced a two-dollar bill and slipped it into his hand.
“Take this and get an egg sandwich right now.”
“But look here––”
“Don’t talk. Go get a sandwich.”
He seemed to have no alternative; but when he came back with it she had disappeared.
He sat down, but he could not understand why she should have gone like that. He missed her––missed her more than he would have thought possible, considering that he had met her only some two hours before. Without her this place seemed empty and foreign. Without her he felt uneasy here. He hurried through his sandwich and went out––anxious to get back to her.