back.
âGee gosh, Ginnyâget those wet things off, quick!â
âHow on earth,â demanded Virginia angrily, âdid you get in?â
âNo trouble.â He laid two knives and two forks out on the card table. âThese old locksâopen âem with a bottle opener. Thatâs what I did. Change your clothes before you take cold. Why didnât you take a taxi?â
âThe rain began just as I left the bus. Mikeâcanât you see that you mustnât do things like this? What will the people in the house think? Theyâll think I gave you a key.â
âDidnât see a soul. Nobody saw me come in. Stop paging Emily Post and Mrs. Grundy, Ginny, and get those wet shoes off. We have steaks and mushrooms and mock turtle soup. You should have seen me carrying up groceries like a well-tamed husband.â
âOh, Mikeâwhat am I going to do with you?â
âI could answer that, but it would be the same old answer. Hurry upâIâm putting the steaks to broil.â
She shut herself in the bathroom and sank on the edge of the tub, leaning her forehead on the cold porcelain of the washbowl. Her brain was throbbing, her heart hurt to agony. She did love Mike. If she sent him away, she knew her heart would go, aching, after. That only a shell of her would be leftâa brittle, wooden thing that would go on hollowly, saying, âYes, Teresa. No, Teresaâ; go on folding circulars and addressing envelopes and writing alluring sales letters to Oklahoma oil people and the deans of girlsâ schools, go on being bereft and dead forever and ever!
Mike shouted, âHey, thereâget a move on!â and she got up stiffly and shed her sodden garments and hung them on the shower rod to dry. Then she scrubbed her chilled flesh with a towel, put on some boyish pajamas of yellow silk and a green-flannel robe and slippersâand opened the door.
And there stood Mike. Without the absurd apron, with his coat on and his hair brushed back.
He opened his arms and in a choked, shaken voice, said, âOh, Ginny! Oh, Ginny!â
Blindly, heedlessly, knowing that this was madness, this was sweet danger, and not caring at all, Virginia went into his arms.
After an interval that never came quite clear in Virginiaâs mind later, they ate the steaks, and the soup that had simmered until there was only a scant bowlful left, drank the coffee and looked at each other with eyes that were still a little dazed. And then Mike, gathering Virginia up in his arms, rocking her in a big chair with her head tucked down against the hard feel of his collarbone, told her his news.
âI have to go to South America, Ginny. Bill telephoned this morningâBill Foster, my bossâsyndicate manager. Iâll have to go. And I canât take you with me. But Iâll have three days in New York and I can take you there. Three days, Ginny darlingâa three-day honeymoon!â
âBut MikeâSouth America! Youâll be goneâhow long?â
âOnly God and Bill Foster knowâand Iâm not sure that Bill knows. But the minute Iâm free I wonât wait for a boatâIâll come flying back to you.â
The minute he was free! Mike, who had always been free. Who was holding tight to his freedom nowâshe shut her heart grimly against the sour, stern pessimism of common sense.
She packed a bag and wrote a note to Teresaâa vague sort of note telling Teresa that some family matters had called her away for a few days. She could not bring herself to tell Teresa the truth. She had to come back and face Teresaâs eyes and hear her carping voice. And after all, marrying Mike
was
a family affairâso she had told the truth. Mike would be her familyâlegally and forever she would belong to Mike, And no one, not even Teresa, not even Bill Foster, could undo it.
So she married Mike in the little church, with the first thin sun of
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