“I don't want the Red Cross people,” she snapped at him peevishly, “I want you.”
He flicked away his half-smoked cigarette. “Tough, sister. The army saw me first.”
“Russell…” She turned to him, easily forcing the tears into her eyes. “Russell, supposing I'm in trouble?”
He eyed her silently, contemptuously.
“Well,” she wavered, “I was only supposing…”
“You can get out and walk any time you want to, Irma.”
“I won't talk about it any more, Russell. I promise. Russell… will you really leave me?”
“I haven't any choice. When I meet up with the army, we say good-bye.”
She settled back in the seat as he started the car. “All right, Russell.”
“We'll try Chicago first.”