“There’s not much to tell. He’s from the West Coast. He went to UCLA, I think, and his old man’s in the insurance business. He went into the army about the same time I did and he’s still in.”
“That’s not what I want to know.”
“Well, what do you want to know?”
She had trouble saying this. “Oh, you know ... the sort of person he is. All that sort of thing.”
Robert Holton, who hadn’t thought much about it, had a hard time answering. “I guess he’s what you’d call a dreamer. He’s not very practical. He always wants to start things ... businesses, you know. In the war he was pretty good and other people liked him. He wasn’t very wild then.”
“Is he now?”
“Just his ideas. In those days I used to be the wild one.”
She laughed and thought he was joking with her and this made him angry and sad but there was nothing he could do about it because he had assumed a certain identity with her and it had to be maintained.
“I’ll bet you were wild!”
“We all change,” he said.