“Yes, I am. Willie says you wouldn’t read my diaries.”
“But that he told you about them.”
“He’s my boss. He can talk to me about what he pleases. He likes to talk.”
“And you like to listen to him. So do I. I love to! It’s a good thing for a girl—to know one very wise man in this world.”
“Where are your pals? Dan and Adele?”
“At the movies.”
“Oh.”
“Willie said you’d probably come over tonight. He said you had the look. He said you’d been jumpy—every Wednesday and Friday. It isn’t very gallant flattery, Jimmie. But it did help.”
“Yeah. I came over. You know, if you were just some-well—”
“—some dazzling daughter of Muskogewan, with nice clothes and a kissable mouth? Yes. Jimmie, you have no idea how many times I’ve wished I were—and tried to be! But I’m not, and there it is.”