"One of us," said Pell, "ought to have his script writer along."
"Dick, I don't know exactly how to say what I want to say...."
"Don't. Don't say anything. Just pretend nothing ever happened. Just come on home fast as you can."
"No, Dick. Not yet. I still want to talk about—well, everything. Dick, we've got to reach some sort of compromise. There must be a way."
"Come on home. We'll find a way."
"Not home. Too many memories there. Besides," she smiled a little, "I don't trust us alone together. You know what would happen. We wouldn't get any talking done. Not any sensible talking anyway. You'd better meet me someplace."
He sighed. "Okay. Where can I meet you?"
"How about the Stardust Cafe?"
"Again? That place didn't help us much the last time."
"I know, but it's the handiest. I'm sure we can find a quiet place. Out on the terrace or something."