"Dream? Why don't you go down and ask her if she had the same dream? What a man won't say to clear his conscience! Let go, Truesdale, enjoy yourself."
Below, the blonde came out onto her patio. She was wearing white shorts and halter today. She looked Ted's way for seconds—and then waved.
Ted waved back.
"Beautiful morning," she called, and Ted answered, "It certainly is."
She picked up a book from the low table near her chaise lounge and settled.
Hamilton was sniffing the ice plant on the slope. "If the neighbors only knew—"
"There's nothing to know. She'd be less than human if she didn't say 'hello' after seeing me day after day."
"Not to mention one night."
"Oh, cut it out, drop it."