“Perhaps it would. You want to get it off your mind, Maury. I’m awfully sorry that you are worried.”
“I believe that you are, Ann. Because you are you, must be why I am bothering you with my worries.”
“I don’t consider it ‘bothering.’ Please enjoy your vacation, Maurice.”
“I will, Ann. You are a good adviser. And I suppose that if I were glum and worried it would spoil your good time, too.”
“It most certainly would! O Maurice, I’m having such a good time now, and think of going to Florida in just a few days! I can’t believe it!”
“Let me see you enjoy it, then. That is all I ask.”
“Oh, we’ll all have a wonderful time together. Suzanne is almost as crazy as I am about it. I wish that Jack were going. She likes him, I think.”
“Do you?” laughed Maurice. “Then she will be happy, for Jack is going with Ron. He told me this morning. We’ll all sing ‘Begone dull care’ and make a playtime of it. I’ll promise you not to worry. Of course, I can’t help thinking of it sometimes.”
“I suppose not. When you do, come around and I’ll try to make you laugh. But if it is going to be on your mind, you’d better see your father right away.”
“I’ll see. It is rather a delicate matter to broach, Ann, and we have not been in the habit of being as free with our parents as you are with your father. Your relation with your parents seems ideal to me.”