Robert Holton smiled at her, showing his white even teeth.
“Have you got a date for tonight?” asked Robert Holton.
“You know I always do.”
“A sailor maybe?”
“I’m not saying.”
“Get one who’ll take you to Italy.”
This was cruel but Marjorie smiled and forgave him. She had not been joking when they spoke of Italy. She did not think it fair of him to say this in front of the pretty girl, but Marjorie forgave him because he was young and because she felt about him in a certain way.
“Maybe we’ll go to Capri together,” she said. “Is it nice there?”
Holton nodded. “Beautiful.”
Caroline said, “I’m sure you don’t want to take up any more of her time, Bob. She’s got a lot of things to do.” Caroline gave Marjorie a brilliant smile. A man from the table next to theirs said loudly, “When are you bringing me my soup?”