“Don't you tell me all your secrets?”
“Oh, well, look if you want to.”
“I don't, unless you want me to, Jess.”
She opened the drawer and drew out the paper. It was illustrated with plans. “What's the matter with this?” he asked. “What you afraid of?”
“Nothing. Sometimes I think it's kind of fun to pick out the houses I'd like—just for fun, you know.”
“Which one do you like?”
“Oh, I don't know. I was just thinking that maybe some day we'd———”
She stopped and turned away. Hunch thought she was joking, and he took her shoulders and gently turned her around. She was crying.
“Why—what's the matter, Jess?”
She buried her face on his coat. Hunch could not follow her sudden changes. Now he looked down at her hair, puzzled, waiting for her to explain. Finally he said, “You've got to tell me what's the matter, Jess.”