“Living with Muzz,” he nodded. “For how long? Search me! You know, Lenore, you could have something to do with that!”
“I doubt it. Maybe a day or two’s difference.”
“I was pretty crazy about you.
“You were pretty crazy, period.”
“That’s really not up to your usual acid rejoinder, dear.”
“No.” She gazed at him, not happily. “Look, Kit. I was one more of the college girls back then who thought you were a young female’s dream, answered prayer—all that.”
“But I am!” His bright smile gleamed, his amused laugh sounded.
“Oh, sure. E very young girl’s—”
“Just a sign of broad taste.” He chortled. “And the curse of wealth. Let me ask you something.”
“All right.”