“What am I to say?” he asked.
“Don’t you know?”
“No.”
“Well, I’m blowed! If you aren’t the funniest. . . . It’s to your wife! Don’t you know what to say to your wife?”
He wrote:
“Dear Linda——”
Then he thought of Linda in a friendly, distant fashion, as someone charming and taking whom he had known, of whom it was pleasant to think.
“Dear Linda, Linda Brock, Lin——”
Ann saw his hesitation, and suggested:
“You want your clothes.”