“Your mother says it’s all right for me to come?” Karl asked.
“Of course,” Judy said, painfully aware she never did get the chance to tell her mother she had invited Karl for dinner.
“Seven o’clock all right?”
“Or before,” Judy said with decision. She felt certain that her mother would put no obstacles in her path now that it was a “fait accompli,” another expression from that same, much-prized novel.
At home that evening she avoided discussing the less happy details of her day at camp and artfully turned the conversation to the Juillard Concert.
“Which reminds me, Minna,” her father said, “I have two extra tickets. I wonder whom we can ask?”
“I—er—asked Karl to come with us,” Judy said haltingly. “He has his own student ticket, but I asked him to have dinner with us so that we could all—”
“Karl?” her father asked. “You know him, Minna?”
Mrs. Lurie shook her head. “And why to dinner?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.