Billy and Louise stood rooted to the spot.
"Just imagine you with two cars and me without even a bicycle," Billy mourned.
"Yep, it's a sad world," said Lillian.
Billy saw that he would have to take the plunge. Some people are so dumb that it's a waste of time to use finesse on them.
"You don't care if I take your car, do you, Lillian?" he asked casually. "I'll have it back here by five-thirty."
"No, go ahead," she said weakly. "I won't be needing it."
Oh, well, what the hell. It was easier to give it to him than refuse. And she probably wouldn't be needing it. She did hope though that he'd be careful.
"Well, good night, Lillian." Billy was briskly shepherding Louise across the foyer. "Tell Hubert we said good night."
"I will. Listen, what time will I see you tomorrow?"
"Around five-thirty," Billy said.
"I meant Louise."
"Oh," Louise puckered her brow thoughtfully.
"Well, I'll be looking for a job all day and I'll meet Billy at Fifty-Ninth Street like I did today and we'll be up together. That'll be around five-thirty."
"I see," said Lillian. "Hubert won't be here for dinner tomorrow and I guess Anna will be gone. I'll be alone. Can you have dinner with me?"
"Sure. I'll bring things in. Honest, I won't forget them tomorrow."
"All right. Good night."
