The matron smiled. "I think she will. Women are more understanding than men, usually. More romantic, you might say."
Nine-tenths of the building was brightly lighted, one-tenth rather dim. In the dim tenth were the post-intent rooms, the reconciliation chambers.
Joe sat on a yellow love-seat in one of the empty reconciliation chambers, leafing through, but not seeing, a copy of a fashion magazine. Then there were steps in the hall, familiar steps, and he smelled the perfume before she came in.
She stood timidly at the archway, but Joe was even more unsure and weak in the legs and he had trouble with his breathing.
"Joe," Vera said.
"Vera," he answered.
It wasn't much, but it seemed to be what both had in mind.
"Was there something you wanted to tell me?" she asked. "Something important?"
"It's important to me, Vera," he said humbly. "I hope it's just as important to you."
She looked brightly at him.