“Slowly. It sounds so wonderful in my head, but when it comes to setting it down—it takes so much time and I feel so pressed for time—”
“I know. Sometimes I think of a story—everything seems so right until I come to writing it down.” She looked at him smiling, “But you have a wonderful basic theme. It has power to move one—nothing can spoil that. Folk tunes could be introduced, you know, the way Dvorak did in his ‘New World Symphony.’”
He shook his head approvingly. “I can clarify things just by talking them out with you. I miss you, Judy—so much!”
“Me too,” the budding author sighed, throwing grammar to the winds.
An impatient chord at the piano—
“I can’t keep Marian waiting. Tomorrow she comes at one o’clock and leaves at three—”
Another chord and the slightly sharp voice, “Work before pleasure—” and Marian smiled with a condescending graciousness, “Hi, Judy!”
Judy smiled back absently. Karl was saying urgently, “Meet me here tomorrow at three.”
Judy nodded, “I’ll arrange it somehow.”
When she reached home, Lynne was ready to leave. Mrs. Lurie’s eyes brightened as she looked at her daughter. She hastily scribbled on her pad and held it aloft, “You’ve color in your cheeks and your eyes have their old luster. You’re one of those who blossom in sun and air.”