"I never talked to your dad, but—we knew each other, we liked each other."
Lewis started.
"That's funny," he said.
"Is it?" said Natalie. "I suppose it sounds odd, but—"
"No," interrupted Lewis, "that's not what I mean. It's odd because H lne said just the same thing about you. She said you were great friends—that women didn't have to know each other to be friends."
"They don't have to know men to be friends, either," said Natalie, "unless—"
"Unless what?"
"Unless they love them. If they love them, they've got to know them through and through to be friends. Love twists a woman's vision. Lots of women are ruined because they can't wait to see through and through."
"Why, Nat," said Lewis, "you're talking like dad. Dad never talks—talked—without turning on the light."
"Doesn't he?" said Natalie.