Deirdre came out and walked quickly into Terry's arms. She kissed him and then drew back.
"Darling!" she said softly. Her voice changed. "How is your leg? Does it still hurt?"
"It's nothing to worry about," said Terry. "I'm worried about something else. Two things, in fact."
"Name one!" said Deirdre, smiling.
"I'd like to get married soon," said Terry ruefully.
"To whom?" she asked, jokingly.
"But I have to have a business or an income first. I think, though, that with a little hard work I can start up my especialidades electrónicas y físicas again, and if you don't mind skimping a little ..."
"I'll adore it," said Deirdre enthusiastically. "What else would I want? What's the other thing you worry about?"
"That monster," said Terry with some grimness.
"Pouf!" said Deirdre. "You've killed it!"