Jean was so touched that tears came to her eyes.
“Hey, here’s your sister, Kit,” Gerald said gruffly.
Jean slipped away from him. “And Frank Howard. Come and meet him.”
Kit and Frank were standing in the doorway, arm in arm.
“Is this my party, Jean?” Frank teased as she and Gerald came over to them.
“No, sir, it’s mine,” Jean retorted. “But come in, anyway, and have a good time.”
Frank smiled down at Kit. “It’s not for us,” he said with mock wistfulness. “Shall we stay? Or shall we get up our own party?”
Kit sighed with pretended disappointment. “I guess we’ll have to make the best of it. Let’s stay. It’s the only dance band in town.”
“If you two idiots will stop talking for a minute, I’d like Frank to meet Dr. Gerald Benson,” Jean cried.
The two men shook hands. Before they could get past the door, Eileen and Ralph joined them. Frank and Ralph shook hands.