She stamped her foot.
“Stop it!”
“All right.” But he said quietly, “You are a good kid, Sally. You know, it’s not too bright of me to mourn.”
She drew a deep breath.
“That’s better! Now, I want——”
There was a gangling figure walking down the concrete path between the trim, monotonous cottages that were officers’ quarters at the Shed.
Joe said sharply: “That’s Haney! What’s he doing here?” He called, “Haney!”
Haney’s manner took on purpose. He came across the grass—the lawns around the officers’ quarters contained the only grass in twenty miles.
“Hiya,” said Haney uncomfortably. He spoke politely to Sally. “Hiya. Uh—you want to get in on the party, Joe?”
“What kind?”