really seemed like the sort who cleaned up big jack. He looked at her pretty face with its red lips and black eyelashes. She smiled at him and he felt that his future was assured. Women didn't smile that way at fellows who looked like flat tires.
"Come on," she said.
She picked up the clock, an ash tray, and a pack of cigarettes and started for the bedroom.
Hubert reached down and got his shoes from beneath the couch. He turned out the lights and followed her.
"You going to smoke in bed?" he asked her.
"Sure."
"Well, I'm going right to sleep. I'll be out early tomorrow. I'll just grab a cup of coffee. You needn't bother getting up. Just set the alarm for eight."
"Oh, sure. I'll get up and fix you waffles."
"Please don't."
"Why? What's the matter with my waffles?"
They both laughed. Hubert kissed her good night and was asleep almost as soon as he hit the pillow.
Lillian smoked her cigarette and turned out the light. She fell asleep without wasting a second on worry. It was the greatest compliment any one had ever paid Hubert.
