Henry Thorne looked down at Janet.
“Pretty tired?”
“Just about all in,” she confessed and she found it hard to muster a smile.
“Had enough of Hollywood?” he asked quietly.
Janet looked up quickly.
“I don’t know, honestly I don’t. The way I feel right now all I want is sleep and lots of it.”
He nodded understandingly and just then the car drove up beside the truck and they jumped down and entered it.
Henry Thorne took the wheel while his wife and the girls made themselves comfortable in the back seat. Mrs Thorne very wisely made no effort to ask them about the events of the night, but tucked them in with blankets and before the car had gone half a mile both girls were sound asleep.
The next thing Janet knew someone was shaking her shoulder. It was Mrs. Thorne.
“We’re home and you can be in bed in five minutes,” she said. Janet rubbed a little of the sleep from her tired eyes—just enough so she could see to get into the house.