There were tears in Isabelle’s eyes, and a rare smile on her face just then, but all she said was:
“Pete! What are you doing here?”
“Looking for a parking lot location,” was the surprising answer.
“But Pete! You’re in the army!” she exclaimed.
“Sure! Oh, sure!” he agreed. “But I’ve got to get a parking place for a thunderin’ lot of army tanks.”
“Tanks? Oh, yes! Tanks!” Isabelle stammered.
“I’m a gunner in a General Sherman tank,” Pete confided, coming in close and speaking softly. “And Isabelle, believe it or not, I can put those big shells just any place I please.”
“Just like you used to put the old pigskins into some player’s mitt!” Isabelle exclaimed. “Oh, Pete! You’re wonderful! You always were!”
There might have been much more of this, but just then an orderly hurried up to announce that the colonel would soon be at his headquarters and would Isabelle please hurry back. So all she could say was:
“Well, goodbye, Pete. It’s been swell seeing you again.”