“No car can endure so long out of the garage.”
“You’re a silly old thing.” She sighed comfortably and leaned her head over on his shoulder. In a moment she spoke again. “I think you’re quite right though, Mort.”
“Aren’t you tired of making opportunities for other people?”
She made a sound that he understood.
“I am, a little, you know, Patty,” he added. The motor purred gently as it glided out of a country road into the turnpike.
“What do you say if we begin making opportunities for each other?”
She started up with a laugh.
“I never thought of that,” she said. “When shall we start?”
“At once, Patty. If you’ll provide the opportunity,” and he kissed her, “I’ll be its thief.”
But she captured him at once.