"Tansie!" he shouted.
He ran—and crashed through the glass of the door, landed on the sidewalk in a welter of broken glass. She turned. "Impulsive, aren't you?"
"Tansie!" he breathed, reaching for her hands.
"That is my name," she said, "But who are you?"
"Les Ackerman," he told her. "And you'll be seeing a lot of me!"
She smiled. "Come and tell me about it," she said. She looked up at him leadingly—and for the first time, Lester Ackerman noticed that her eyes were as blue as any blonde's—Laurie's, for instance, but her complexion was definitely brunette, as dark as Joan's. Her auburn hair was—about halfway between.
He linked arms with her. "This," he said, "is probably the best of all probable worlds."
Epilogue—