They ate their dinner in almost complete silence. It was Kit’s last night in Washington, and neither of them was happy about her leaving.
“What time does your train leave, Kit?” Frank asked after a while.
She shook her head dismally. “Around six in the morning.”
“Then I suppose you won’t want to stay up very late,” he sighed. “I thought we might take a drive out Chevy Chase way. The Maryland countryside is lovely at this time of year.”
“That would be fun,” Kit agreed. “And I don’t mind staying up.”
After dinner, they started their slow drive out to Chevy Chase. Kit gazed longingly at the pretty houses nestled in the rolling hills. She pointed to one colonial house which was nearly obscured from the road by a small woods. “That’s just about perfect, I think,” she sighed.
Frank glanced over at the house. “So that’s what you want for a home.”
Kit nodded. “I think I would like to live outside of Washington.”
“That’s a break for me,” Frank teased. “That means, of course, I can keep my job. In case we decide to be married someday.”
Kit laughed. “Yes, I guess it does. But do you know why I want to live here?”