"Just a minute," Toffee said. She held her arms out to him. "Kiss me goodbye."
"No," Marc said.
"I'll scream," Toffee said coolly. "I'll yowl like a banshee."
Marc went quickly back to her. "It's not as though I won't be right back. Just a little while...."
"That's all right," Toffee murmured. She slid her arms smoothly around his neck. "This is just so you won't forget."
"Marc!" Julie called from upstairs. "Where are you? What are you doing? Answer me!"
CHAPTER III
Marc stepped into his room and closed the door, but gently, leaving it still open just a crack. He listened. Across the hall, Julie went into her room, closed the door. There was an interval of silence, then the sound of restless movement inside.
Julie's manner downstairs had been tentative, apprehensive and almost frighteningly gentle. She had seemed to believe Marc's story about investigating noises but she had asked once too often if he was feeling well, if the explosion hadn't left him with a terrible headache.