For a moment, her gaze faltered.
I watched delicate changes of her color; she had beautiful skin. I watched the old stain reappear in her eyes. Her chin thrust out a little and shook a little and was firm. Her eyes turned amethyst again. "I'll remember," she said.
I thought she would, maybe.
"Do me a favor?" She was opening her handbag. "I haven't told dad I was flying back. I don't want to go through all the argument. Will you call him—after five-thirty?"
"If I don't forget."
She closed the bag. "I bet you would! So thanks anyhow. I can wire him—from La Guardia."
"Safer."
She said, "Good-bye, Phil."
I kissed her.
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