“ Is this hearsay? Or official?”
“Reidy says to tell you to fan your pants down here before he goes completely nuts answerin’ questions about when are you comin’ back. He says if you will show in time for dinner, he will let you pick your own year for the champagne.”
“A tempting offer, Timmie. Extend my regrets. Suggest he save the sirloin of fatted calf. The prodigal has a prior invitation.” I put my hand over the mouthpiece. “Or has that been withdrawn?”
Ruth was surprised. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about!” But there was that luminous light in her eyes, a shy, sly smile on her lips.
“Tim,” I said, “’tis th’ morn of th’ morrow I’ll be seein’ you.”