“Really?”
Cub sat very still and curiosity made her raise her eyes to his again. When they were safely locked, he said, slowly:
“R-e-a-l-l-y!”
The little flecks of sunlight in the room began cascading around her hair, an inside blush centered in her neck.
Cub sat perfectly still and watched her. She knew he was watching her and she also knew that something which made her sick with joy was squirming inside of her. She began speaking desperately and with frightful haste:
“We might have to hang your legs out of a window when you come to dinner. When I get a card table up, there’s not much extra space, you know ... but ... oh, by the way ... could you steal a knife and fork from the doctors’ dining room, do you think? Not steal, but....”
Cub laughed joyously.
Her face was sober.
He said, “Cigarettes, a knife and fork, ... anything else, Salscie?”
“Yes, Cub. What’s the trouble you spoke about in the hospital?”