"I had it fixed," she said. "I was so ashamed." Then her face lighted with joy. "Oh, darling, there's the most wonderful, wonderful news! The President ordered...!"
"I know," Marc said. "I ... uh ... I heard it just now coming down the stairs." He went to her and drew her into his arms, and for a moment they were both still, just holding each other.
"Julie...?" Marc said, and she nodded. "When did you come back?"
"The same night I left, of course," Julie smiled. "I only got as far as the station and I got to thinking that if anything happened ... and we weren't together.... Anyway, I turned right around and came back. I was nearly frantic when you weren't here. I just sat here and cried and blamed myself."
"I see," Marc said. "And ... uh ... how did I get back?"
"The taxi driver brought you. He found your address in your wallet."
"All the way from Washington?"
"He said there was a young lady he wanted to see here anyway, and he only charged half fare." She put her hand to his cheek. "Oh, I was so relieved when I found out you'd only been on a bender. In fact I was a little flattered that you were that desperate without me." She drew closer. "Oh, darling, we both behaved so childishly. We deserved just what we got—a good swift kick in the...."
But Marc kissed her quickly—and for a long time—until he was sure a new topic for conversation had come into her mind....