women—oh, that fool woman at the hotel didn't count—not now that I've got Lulu. Cleo never was married to me; she doesn't matter. I like to be good. If I'd just been married to somebody like Sharon! O God! Sharon! Am I untrue to her? No! Dear Lulu, sweet kid, I owe something to her, too. I wonder if I could get to see her Saturday—"
A new contentment he had, and explosive success.
