"The little devil," Ann said.
Little devil? The devil, maybe? No, not Hamilton. Ted said, "No club meeting today? No garden, home, cooking, household management or knitting circle shindigs?"
"Not a one."
"Why don't we drive up the coast and eat out, tonight?"
"I'd love to, Ted. But I really have to finish that petit point for Dora's anniversary. I shouldn't be sitting here now, without it."
"You look very good without it. We could stop at Sweeney's."
Sweeney's had the finest sea food west of New Orleans. And the immortal Sweeney, himself, behind the bar.
"Don't tempt me," Ann said, and rose. "Why don't you drive up the coast? You're restless."
"Maybe I will," he said. He tried to make it sound like an accusation, but it came out a flat, dull statement.