“Come here, Valerie,” He said in a voice of irresistible appeal. And at the light in his eyes she felt as if she had come out of a long black tunnel into the sweet freshness of a sunlit glade.
She moved slowly to him and all her anger and resentment died down as she felt his arms close about her.
“I want you to promise me something, dear,” he said, lifting his lips from hers.
“Oh, anything.”
“Don’t be reckless.”
“Well, what is it?”
“Don’t get angry like that again. And don’t make a ghost of your father.”
“Why, I can’t help it. He is a ghost now. He made himself a ghost.”
“No, no. Let’s start him all over again as something else. I like him, you know.”
Her eyes glistened, and she was preparing to throw her arms about him when Lee came through the door with the fresh pot of tea.
