“But not now?” he asked.
“For tonight—yes—tonight it is divine.”
“But not for tomorrow?”
“Not tomorrow. Even now I find my hands reaching for the controls, my fingers itching for the feel of the switches, and my ears listening for the roar of the motors.”
“It gets in your blood. I know. What’s it going to be after it’s all over?”
“We’ll know when it is all over, if we’re still around to know. Let’s have tonight for tonight.”
“And tomorrow for tomorrow.”
The music ceased. That dance was over. It was announced that the orchestra would play two selections that were not dances.
“We sit these out. Come on!” He led her by the hand. “There’s a spot before the fountain where we can sit and watch the pyramid.”
“Does it need watching?” she asked with a laugh.