“Where was she?”
“In Sonia’s room having her hair brushed.”
Dion stared towards him but said nothing.
“She told me I was to set your mind at rest.”
“Did she?”
“Yes. I believe she thought us a couple of fools for kicking us such a dust about her.”
Dion said nothing.
“I don’t know, but I’ve an idea girls and women often think they can laugh at us,” added Jimmy. “Anyhow, it’ll be a jolly long time before I put myself in a sweat about the mater again. I thought—I don’t know what I thought, and all the time she was half asleep and having her hair brushed. She made me feel ass number one. Good night.”
“Good night.”
The boy shut the window, bent down and bolted it on the inside.