to get herself in the mood. I certainly didn’t need that kind of stimulus when your mother and I were walking out together.”
“That was different,” Fay derided. “I don’t suppose you ever went jiving. That’s what I mean by getting in the mood. The rest comes naturally.” She glanced at her watch. “Anyway, I’ve got to be going.”
Her mother looked up from her sewing. “And don’t be late!”
“And be careful.” Her father added. “Remember what I told you.”
Fay laughed. “I will. Be back about quarter to twelve, I expect.” She went out, and George sighed at the inevitable slamming of the front door.
He put his completed coupon in an envelope. “I’m a bit late with the coupon this week, but I’ll risk the midnight mail. Shan’t be long.” He crossed to the hall, then after a moment reappeared in hat and coat. “By the way, is that a comic strip you’re reading, Trudy?”
“Sure is.”
“Don’t forget to save Superman for me before your mother yanks it off for firelights. I want to find out where he took the Empire State Building to.…”
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