“Don’t go yet,” she coaxed.
He shook his head. “Duty, y’u know.”
“Stay only a little longer. Just ten minutes more.”
His vanity purred, so softly she stroked it. “Can’t. Wish I could. Y’u hear how noisy things are getting. I’ve got to take charge. So-long.”
She stood close, looking up at him with a face of seductive appeal.
“Don’t go yet. Please!”
The triumph of victory mounted to his head. “I’ll come back when I’ve done what I’ve got to do.”
“No, no. Stay a little longer just a little.”
“Not a minute, sweetheart.”
He bent to kiss her, and a little clenched fist struck his face.