"Wait and see," Toffee said. "Don't rush things." A reminiscent look came into her eyes as she gazed off into the distance across the valley. Suddenly she was taken with a fit of laughter.
"What is it?" Marc asked.
"George," Toffee said. "I wonder where he is now." She began to laugh again. "I had a glimpse of his face just before he took off. He was the most surprised ghost that ever moaned at midnight."
"Poor George," Marc said. "I suppose he didn't have a very good time of it. But then neither did any of the rest of us."
"Oh, well," Toffee said. "All that's over with now." She shifted closer to Marc. "Let's get down to the important stuff."
"Hey! Wait a min...?" Marc cried.
But too late. Toffee had already twined her arms about his neck and was kissing him. Finally, she let him go.
"You never change, do you?" Marc said shortly.
"Never," Toffee said. "Isn't it delightful? I know a game that's fun. We take turns...."
"No!" Marc said. "No games!"