"That isn't it at all," Lin said. "Let's get off the street."
He guided her firmly through the crowd, Phil following in their wake. They went back into the Shangri-La once more and back to their table where their unfinished drinks still rested.
"I'm sorry you took what I said the wrong way," Lin said. "Believe me—"
"It's all right, darling," Dorothy said. "I know you didn't mean it that way. It's just that, well, we haven't had a chance together...." Her lips started to tremble again, then she was smiling bravely.
"That's the girl," Phil said.
"You should talk," Lin growled. "You aren't going to die."
"Let's drink to that, or something," Phil said. "I need one, and I'm sure you both do too."
They drank solemnly. Lin and Dorothy were looking into each other's eyes as they drank.
"I wish—" Lin choked.