“Mmmm. Mother says he drives like a madman. He brought us from the Glenwood station to Aspen and he certainly gave us an earful, Aspen—past, present and future.”
Karl was amused. “He knows Aspen all right. Of course, he should, living here all his life.”
“He missed his vocation. He should be driving a large sightseeing bus, a megaphone to his mouth—”
“Nonsense,” Karl said. “I like Fran. He calls himself dumb, but he isn’t. He’s awfully kind and—”
“Oh, you mean he’s got a good heart?” Judy interrupted.
“I mean he’s a good guy generally. You should see him ski! He’s wonderful. He took me on. I hadn’t been on skis since I was nine years old. Before I knew it, he had me doing jumps. A late April day, the snow was perfect, like powder—”
“I’m only joking. I know he’s all right. Remind him for me that I still haven’t climbed any mountains.”
“O.K. I’ll give him the message. By the way, Judy, do you usually eat your lunch here?”
“Yes, I do,” was Judy’s all too prompt answer.
“Then, if I don’t see you at the concert Thursday night, I can find you here sometimes.”