"I'm glad—for you."
"And you?"
Nora nodded happily. "Pretty soon, Paul?"
"Any day in the week."
Nora pouted. "Paul, I want some clothing. I feel seedy."
"You look good to me."
Nora laughed. "I'll look better in some new clothes."
Paul eyed her carefully, boldly. There had been clothing on Latham Beta III for Nora, lend-lease from a few of the botanical-worker's wives that were reasonably similar in size. The dress that Nora had worn during the escape from Westlake's little college had been the best fitted among the clothing, and Nora wore it now. She knew that even though it was a bit overworked, she looked better in it than in any of the clothing she had borrowed.
Nora returned Paul's appraisal of her with a flaunt of her hip. "So?"
"So!" he said.