"What'd he do to you?"
"Me? Oh, he was all right about me, then."
"He didn't hurt you at all?"
She knew what I meant and replied, "He did not! Christina saw to that."
"Oh, she's back with him?"
"Umhm. That's why she saw to it."
"All right," I said; and kept hold of her. My property, she was; mine.
"You're forgiving me?" I said.
"For what?"
"Down on Wall Street; and what I did after I'd been hit."
"Oh, that was you, Steve, just you."
Pretty soon, then, I asked her, "What's Vine's idea for us now?"
You'd have thought I would have asked that the first thing. But question any doctor; inquire how patients act when they know there's no hope for them. Do they say right away, "What is it, doctor?" They do not; they say. "Lovely weather; and what a view from this window!"
Doris was like a doctor in that, when I got around to asking her, she did her stalling, too; but finally she told me, "Well, I guess for us it's the 'glass room'."
