Her mother, busy with ironing, made no comment.
"Didn't Daddy ever take you out just for you before you were married?" Mary Jane asked.
"Oh, yes," her mother replied.
"What did you talk about?" Mary Jane asked, intrigued.
"His business mostly, I think," said Mrs. Jackson.
"Didn't he take you dancing, or for a ride in a horse and buggy in the moonlight?"
Mrs. Jackson put down her iron and contemplated her daughter. "Horse and buggy!" she said. "How old do you think I am? Your grandmother probably went on dates in a horse and buggy. I went in my car. It was a Chrysler two-seater—one of the first they ever produced. And, young lady, I owned it. Sometimes I used to think that your father dated me just to drive the car. He said when we were married he'd buy me a much better one."
"Did he?" asked Mary Jane.
"No, dear," her mother replied. "He bought me a house full of furniture. It was much more practical. But anyway, if you're not doing anything this evening and you want to, why don't you call up Woody?"
"Oh, Mother, I can't," said Mary Jane. "We're not speaking. Besides, he's probably busy with his silly old hot rod."