The air grew tragic.
Then Oscar said:
“What will you do when you tire of flying?”
“Sah!”
“Well?”
“I’ll return to Los Angeles and induce you to marry me with my honourable Oriental oratory. Will that do?”
We interchanged our nimble look. We laughed afterward.
After he left Schuyler’s, I said to myself that I would not mind positively if he would kiss me. The kiss must be on my brow, however. Lips are too personal.
I wrote a note, beseeching him not to forget to kiss me at my farewell.
Then I chewed the note.