“Why?”
“I don’t want you sitting up, and it may be good and late. Go to bed and get some sleep.”
“Will you see me in the morning?”
“I can’t promise.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know what I’ll be doing in the morning.”
She placed the tips of her fingers on my forearm. “Thanks for the dinner and — and everything, Donald.”
I patted her shoulder. “Keep a stiff upper lip. It’ll be all right. ’Night.”
She came to the door and watched me down the corridor. Mrs. Eldridge was waiting to buttonhole me in the front hallway. “Your cousin looks like a nice girl,” she said.
“She is.”