Mrs. Craig laughed. “Yes, dear. You told me. In fact, you read me his last letter.”
Jean blushed. “That’s right. I guess I’ve told you a hundred times.”
Mrs. Craig smiled. “I think it’s wonderful that you want to talk about Ralph so much.”
Doris came out on the porch and breathed deeply of the fresh air. “What a night for a party!” she exclaimed. “It’s just about perfect!”
“Where’s Becky?” Mrs. Craig asked.
“Oh, she went upstairs to see Jack for a minute.”
Mrs. Craig sighed. “Has Jack gone to bed? So early?”
Jean turned around to face her mother. “I thought he and Tommy were going over to Billy Ellis’s for the night.”
Mrs. Craig shook her head. “Tommy went, but Jack said he didn’t feel well.”
Doris sat down on the porch swing. “Becky went up to give him a tonic. She said something about springtime and sulphur and molasses....”