“Yes,” lied Isabelle, and hurried down to the car.
Wally was at the wheel.
“Are you driving us to the station, Wally?” she asked.
“I thought I would,” he answered, embarrassed.
She got in and sat beside him. Her attempt at a smile worried him. After all, she was just a kid, being bundled off in disgrace. He felt a vague regret that he meant so little to her. He wondered if she really loved any one. Then her search for “regular parents” came back to haunt him. Funny business this, having kids. Not so simple——
“All right, kid?” he asked her, as they waited for the train.
“Oh, yes,” she said, with an effort at her old insouciance.
“Good-bye,” he said jocosely, adding, as the train came in, with an effort to avoid any emotion: “Write if you need money.”
He kissed her, and she clung to him.