“I know,” I said.
She said, “I was hoping that when you got back, I’d see more of you. I was lonely — I missed you lots.”
I said, “I have a little work to do, then we’ll go out and take in a movie, and get some dinner. Are you hungry?”
“Yes.”
“Swell,” I said. “Give me about an hour, and I’ll be back. We’ll go out and get something to eat and see a show.”
“How about my things?” she asked.
I said, “I’ll go up and put your things in a suitcase.”
She said, “No, no. Don’t do that, Donald. I’ll do that later on, but there’s some silk pyjamas, and a dressing-gown, and a toothbrush, and a little overnight case with some creams and lotions in it — don’t try to bring anything else, just that. Please, Donald.”
I said, “That’s swell. Give me your key.”
“I want to go with you. I want to pack my things myself.”