“After dinner, Con, and come right up to—to my workshop.”
“I will be there—early.”
Lynda was never more her merry old self than she was at dinner; but she was genuinely relieved when Brace told her he was going out.
“What are you going to do, Lyn?” he asked.
“Why—go up to my workshop. I’ve neglected things horribly, lately.”
“I thought that night work was taboo?”
“I rarely work at night, Brace. And you—where are you going?”
“Up to Morrell’s.”
Lynda raised her eyebrows.
“Mrs. Morrell’s sister has come from the West, Lyn. She’s very interesting. She’s voted, and it hasn’t hurt her.”