"Poor man," sympathized Karen.
"You gals match for him," laughed Cliff. He tossed a coin.
"Heads!" called Lenore.
"You lose—take him," chuckled Lane.
Lenore put her arm through Thompson's. "Nope," she said brightly, "I win."
The spotlight hit the table. "We might as well finish this," laughed the announcer. "I present the referee ... pardon me, folks, I mean the top man of the Terran sector; Flight Commander Billy Thompson!"
The music started, and all three couples went to dance to a medley of Strauss' waltzes.
IV.
"It was all sort of whirligig, like," explained Patricia. "We didn't get home until along toward the not-so-wee large hours of the morning."