Nancy was glad she had left her hair unbound and taken pains with her make-up. But she flushed and said, “Don’t you dare hand me blarney, Bruce Williams. I’m too tall to be pretty.”
“The idea! I hear that’s the kind they’re hunting for the New York shows now—tall gals.”
“Tommy’s only one inch taller than I am, and our coloring and eyes are so much alike—no wonder you thought my eyes were his last night. Everyone says we do look lots alike.”
“Sure do.”
“People used to take us for twins when we were growing up.”
“It’s the eyes that are so much alike—something in those Dale eyes that goes straight to your heart.”
She sat down on a packing box by his bed and said, “I wanted to ask you last night how you finally got away from those Japs.”
“I guess God just answered my prayers and sent our own boys to Manka Island.”
“Oh, were you there when they took it?”
“That’s where they kept the ones who weren’t able to work in their fields. I’d been better off if I could have worked. They get more food I hear, and have a better chance to store up supplies for escape.”