She started to prove it to him, and Jerry responded the way a normal, healthy male usually does. But in the middle of an embrace, he cried out:
"Wait a minute!"
"What's the matter?"
"I just thought of something! Now where the hell did I put my old notebooks?"
He got up from the sofa and went scurrying to a closet. From a debris of cardboard boxes, he found a worn old leather brief case, and cackled with delight when he found the yellowed notebooks inside.
"What are they?" Greta said.
"My old school notebooks. Greta, you'll have to excuse me. But there's something I've got to do, right away!"
"That's all right with me," Greta said haughtily. "I know when I'm not wanted."
She took her hat and coat from the hall closet, gave him one last chance to change his mind, and then left.
Five minutes later, Jerry Bridges was calling the airlines.