“Do you really mean Doc’s alive?” I still couldn’t believe it.
“Of course, but he doesn’t know it,” she said airily. “Right now he’s in the City morgue and he thinks he’s as dead as George Washington but we can soon fix that.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” I exclaimed “Look at the time, we’ve only a half an hour before midnight.”
Arym looked over at Myra, “Are you going to take me back?” she asked.
“I suppose I’ll have to” Myra said, a little doubtfully “Are you going to behave?”
“She’ll behave,” I said, “I know how to handle her.”
“All right,” Myra said, “I’ve missed her too. Come on back,” her eyes lit up, “it’ll be just like old times.”
Aryrn hesitated, then she came over to me. “You won’t ever see me again,” she said sadly, “not as I really am.” She put her arms round me. “This is the last time I’ll hold you like this.”
I pulled her to me and kissed her. “Be good,” I said, “I’m trusting you.”
“I’m ready when you two are,” Myra said, a little waspishly.